MORNING THOUGHTS #4: my rules

I am here with my laptop on my lap and I’ve just realized how much I missed being able to write from the couch. Kinda of a vapid though, right? Well, to me it’s a matter of regaining my personal space. In the two years I spent living alone in the big city, (the big […]

On this day

Hello, people! How are you? I’m rather fine, thanks, even if I’ve been silent here for a while and I’m not sure if this post means that I’m coming back for good. But on this moment of the year falls the anniversary of my move to the UK and it incites some reflections. On this […]

11. Story of a salesman, Part III

or The wedding that broke three hearts Despite his long career as a door-to-door salesman, Mario Venturi was not accustomed visiting the private rooms of his clients. Even when a professional relationship with a housewife or a retailer had become a lot less professional and a lot more passional, he rarely had ventured in their […]

9. Story of a salesman, Part II

or The wedding that broke three hearts Mario entered the house right after the chatting flower lady, following her to a spacious room he had not seen in his previous visit, on the other side of the corridor. He perfectly knew that in almost any household that kind of room was used on only two […]

8. The mule who read

Antonio was not a rich guy. His mother and father had died young during a flood when he was only ten, and his granny had left him some years later. She used to call him “mule” and whip him on his legs and arms with such rough birch twigs, which didn’t seem to be harmful […]