Aged 63, yesterday Robin Williams (the actor, not the singer) passed away.
The news is all here. Another famous actor died. Who cares? These billionaire people, who have everything, they are not like us, mere mortals on this earth.
I will not spend a word for the man, the real-life Robin Williams. I did not know him, and so anything I would say would be meaningless.
But I knew the characters he staged. The therapist, helping a simple laborer bloom in maths; the hilarious pirate with a hook; the looking-to-be-the-same robot, who fought for being declared human; the out-of-this-planet (literally) Orkan, come to the Earth with his egg-shaped spaceship.
I will remember him for his role in my favorite film: Dead Poets Society. John Keating, the unorthodox professor played by Williams, left his mark on me like only few people did (family not included). The spirit of rebellion, that drives you to follow only what you really are, and not what people want you to think and behave, never being subjected to standardization: this is what I learnt from him. Never give up, always fight for your ideas, they are yours and yours only. Be gentle, but daring to stand up for what you think is right.
Gosh, I will miss you, O captain, my captain…