The house I come from

status: recovered

was born in a home where love existed, but safety didn’t.

I grew up around chaos I couldn’t control, emotions bigger than my age, and responsibilities that arrived too early.

There were nights filled with noise, mornings heavy with silence, and days where it felt like the world was breaking just beyond the wall.

Those moments shaped me. They taught me fear, but they also taught me what a human can become when there is no other choice but to stand.

> If you survived your own home, you are already a warrior.

[section 02 — school.system_rejected]

status: incompatible

Rebel at school, hacker at home

School never understood my code. I wasn't a bully to other students, I was a problem for the system. I changed schools, challenged teachers and refused to let people who didn't know my story decide who I had to be.

At home I escaped into my own worlds. Computers, code, printed parts, drawings on the wall. At 14 I 3D-printed my first e-vape. At 16 I was painting scooters and covering my room in graffiti. At 18 I launched my first clothing brand. In parallel I earned two black belts, learning how to control my body and my anger.

I became a chill guy, not to hurt anyone, but to understand how systems really work and how I could build my own.

> I wasn't broken. I was running a different operating system.

[section 03 — escape_20.exe]

status: executed

Leaving home

During COVID the pressure at home became too much. At 20 I grabbed one bag and left Italy. No perfect plan, just a decision to breathe. I landed in Amsterdam and started again from zero.

Working as a waiter and bartender, and later building a hospitality company, kept me close to people. Listening to stories across the bar and watching human behavior every night prevented me from becoming the “dark knight” version of myself; the one who stays locked in a room, hacking the world from the shadows.

> Leaving is not running away. Leaving is choosing yourself.

[section 04 — travel.mind_expanded]

status: ongoing

Travel, rewrites, new horizons

From Amsterdam to Brazil and other places, travel became my way to rewrite the script. I wasn't escaping my past, I was adding new chapters. Each city gave me a different point of view and proved that you can be anyone, anywhere.

After months on the road I understood something simple: I needed a new base. Not just a project. A universe.

[section 05 — urban.bootup]

status: online

URBAN: my open home

That is how URBAN was born. First as an idea, then as a machine, then as a home, Now as a world. URBAN is the opposite of the house I grew up in: it is an open home in a world full of closed doors.

Here, art, hardware, graffiti, Web3, privacy, music and community all run on the same fire. From the Triton portable station to fire paintings, from crypto experiments to graffiti portals, everything is built from the same energy that almost broke me and that I chose to convert into fuel.

[section 06 — message.to_viewer]

status: broadcast

This is for anyone who grew up scared

If you grew up scared, confused or feeling “too much”, I want you to know this: you are not broken. You are adapting. You can learn to read people, to read systems, and then to build your own.

My roots are not perfect. They are real. And from those roots I’m building a new world where creativity, love and transparency are not slogans, but daily actions.

- creativity > control
- love > fear
- transparency > lies
- privacy > surveillance
- community > isolation

> URBAN is my open-source home. If you are reading this, it can be yours too.

This page is only ROOTS.The tree is still growing.Follow the branches.

[file: roots.giuseppe] • [status: building] • [next update: tomorrow]