Everyone has a dream. A five-year-old child may argue that his dream is to become a plumber. That’s a respected job, after all.

I have a dream too. I want to become a journalist.

It all started in primary school. I felt something inside while writing, a quiver flowing through all my body. I didn’t know what was it, but I followed it.

I continued to write for fun, keeping secret diaries and writing down what I could see in my daydreams. Yes, I am one of the biggest daydreamers you can ever meet.

I grow up, with this impetus inside me.

As time went by, I matured also another aspect of my character, curiosity. I’ve always been curious. I love watching random people on the street.

No, I’m not a stalker.

I’m just interested in how others behave in their everyday life. Why they do this? What urge them to do what they are doing?

I want to understand, dig deep into the surface. I don’t personally like common sense and ready meal explanations. There is always something behind the curtain of a theatre and I want to unveil it.

So, I finished high school in Italy and I decided to fly to the UK.

I was determined to fulfil my dream and my need for understanding. I chose Politics and Sociology as a degree. I thought it would have given me the foundation upon which to build my journalism career. And I was right.

In my first year of university, I’ve learnt a lot and grew up (mentally, I mean, unfortunately I didn’t get taller).

I was determined to finish my studies and then start a master in Journalism.

But what about experience?

How could I hope to become a journalist if I have never written on a magazine before?

We all know how it’s hard nowadays to enter the job market. So many brilliant students have just graduated and are now looking for jobs.

Why should a journalism employer choose me among so many options? After all he/she is not really interested in my internal vibrations.

The answer is experience. Get as much experience as you can, every employer would tell you. And that’s what I did.

During my first year at university I tried to get involved in the events proposed by my university, but it wasn’t enough.

So I started looking for internships that I could do during my summer holidays.

I found the InternGroup, an organisation that helps you to find companies that employ you as an intern.

Their research took some months, really painful months.

Finally, I got an email.

My coordinator from the InternGroup has found something.

IDG UK wanted to interview me. It was a really emotional moment. I started shamefully jumping around my room; those living in the flat below mine might have thought I was giving a party.

The interview went really well and I had the pleasure to get to know Matt, chief editor of TechAdvisor.

Then, I got the news that IDG accepted me with it for two months and I was ready to start my adventure.

As the first day of internship was approaching I got scared everyday a little bit more.

After all IDG is one of the biggest media and technology companies in the UK. What if I’m not good enough? What if I’ll write something that will ruin the name of the company? What if they will make me do just photocopies? All those questions where bouncing around my head. Chaos was ruling unconditionally.

But time passes by inexorably and the first day knocked at my door.

So I put on a blue trouser suit and a well-ironed shirt (my mum would have been so proud of me), I got on the London tube and stopped at King’s Cross Station.

I reached a glass building with a fine white sign, 101. That’s the one. That’s IDG. Ok, take a deep breath and get started.

And that’s what I actually had to do. The first thing they make me do, after a touristic tour of the office, was getting started to write an article!

It was a small article, a tutorial about watching Netflix in the UK. But it was my first article.