I met Carlo through Valerio, in London. Like most girls, I fancied him a little when I first met him, but that was before we realized that we never agreed on anything, ever.
But Carlo was like that, in my memory. So charming, so full of life, so well read and so incredibly intelligent, that it was always a pleasure to fight with him about politics, feminism and littérature. He would sit for hours, with good food, good company, and debate about stuff for hours, with a smile on his face, until Valerio dragged us outside to go out.
I was very sad to hear about Carlo’s passing. He will be sorely missed by everyone who knew him, even people who only knew him for a short few months.