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One night, scrolling late, he saw a tweet: “My dad passed away today. He used to say that Twitter was just ‘a billion people shouting into the wind.’ I hope the wind carries this one.”

But Samuele’s most famous thread wasn’t about history. It was about a man he never met. twitter samuele cunto

“Samuele Cunto never wanted to be famous. He just wanted to be remembered by one person. And he was. And now, by a few hundred more.” One night, scrolling late, he saw a tweet:

The thread broke containment. It was retweeted by a senator. Translated into Spanish. Printed out and read at a small funeral in a village outside Naples. “Samuele Cunto never wanted to be famous

Samuele lived in a small apartment in Turin, Italy, where the walls were lined with philosophy books and old maps. By day, he worked as a rare book restorer. By night, he did something unusual: he wrote threads that fixed other people’s threads.

“Grazie. Papà.”

Samuele (the restorer) didn’t reply. He turned off his phone, made tea, and went back to restoring a 1723 edition of Dante that smelled of rain and centuries.