Freud’s Italian travels

To write about Sigmund Freud is to embark on a labyrinthine journey-one that is as intellectually exhilarating as it is daunting. Whether composed at a cluttered desk, on a train slicing through the countryside, or amid the whispered echoes of a university library, such a project demands both scholarly rigor and imaginative daring. But to begin this work in Room 15 of the Hotel du Lac in Lavarone-Freud’s own sanctuary-is to step into a space where history, memory, and psychoanalysis converge. Here, one writes not just about Freud, but from within Freud’s world, suspended in that peculiar liminality he once described as “being everywhere and nowhere”.