Humidity

I was born in the heart of the Po Valley. I lived here a good part of my life. I know a lot about humidity. Misty, cold wet feeling in the bones in the winter, sticky feeling and mosquitoes in the summer. All this training done at a young age, however, has not prepared me enough to face the Humidity Olympics: living in Asia. For example, when I return home in the evening and the air conditioning has been switched off all day, the wooden floor is soaked in condensation that my feet slips off and I end up with my ass on the floor. The mosquitoes are not too annoying, here are great giant cockroaches that jump out of

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Action Speak Louder Than Words

“Love is a silent film: remove the volume and concentrate on gestures.” Massimo Gramellini In the last year I’ve been thinking a lot about this thing of speaking actions. Gramellini explains it well in his book, I will try to make a summary. We remove the volume of words and look at the expressions, actions and gestures of the people around us. If someone tells us “I love you” every moment but then is absent, treats us like we were a piece of furniture bought and placed in the corner of the room (bright and airy, but always a corner) maybe it’s not love. At lowered volume his lips may have pronounced anything rather than I love you, like: “iron

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Hong Kong: Umbrellas

It is raining. In the summer in Hong Kong it rains. Monsoons, typhoons, summer rains, thunderstorms, amber, red and black rain. We have them all, one after the other. To stay on the train with the colours of the rains, the flooding, the closure of the schools and everything involved in living in a place with shit weather, there are various ways including: Hong Kong Observatory App that sends disturbing warnings of natural disasters every ten minutes and that I have silenced and obviously never consult. The school SMS that warn about the conditions of the roads, the delays of the school bus and the eventual closure of the school, which I read late (who reads text messages in 2018?).

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Cittiglio’s Waterfalls

I know it is too long that I do not write, way too long. Two months in Italy to recharge the batteries. Two months of holidays, food, friends, relatives, love, sighs, laughter, sports, sea, faces, talks and even a few teardrops. Two months of places visited. Many things have happened to me: intense, unexpected and in the middle of a pile of shit (excuse me for the French), I felt extremely alive, happy and loved. It is true that life is not programmed, there are no Excel files with times and dates, events, phrases, people to put in a column. Life is more like a moving ocean, a giant blender, a summer storm. And this year I decided to close

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