Milan is like an onion. It is precious for those looking for an academic course, any kind of job, a happy hour, clothes that make the man, the skyscrapers in Italy, a stock of futurism and the sketchiest sort of future. Milan is like an onion. It makes eyes water due to fog and pollen allergy, due to lack of pity or gestures of solidarity, due to increased cost of rents and the right to refuse admittance, due to work mania and enjoyment at all costs. Milan is like an onion. It hides layers of stories, both of urban landscape and of people’s daily lives, but curiosity and a certain empathy are needed to recognize them. The advice is to examine these images carefully. Milan doesn't look like anything people know of the city. Nevertheless, it’s enough to go from the barycenter, following any direction beyond the internal ring road to the suburbs, to find where the city and its core reveal themselves in full view. In fact, city outskirts are where entropy thickens, mixing forms of dissent, informality, resistance, social innovation, multiculturalism and creativity, thus resulting in an imperfect equilibrium. This is Milan of anti-monuments, of shop with Chinese-only signs, of Saturday’s flea market, of 10-storey apartment block; moreover – by narrowing the field of view – Milan of waste bins, of dish antennas, road signs and graffiti which scream at you, the sense of decorum would like to gag.