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He ended the thread with this line:

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.”

Samuele (the son) had been trying to get his father to go viral for years. The father never cared. twitter samuele cunto

“Grazie. Papà.”

And then he’d post a thread of his own. He ended the thread with this line: One

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.

And he never even had a blue checkmark.

“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.”