Damn Basketball, I Hate You!

I’m lying in the noisy tunnel of an MRI, again. Agonizing. I’m not claustrophobic. But it’s cold, I have to keep my leg firm and It hurts, I want to move it. TOC TOC TOC These headphones don’t isolate a fucking sound. In Grey’s Anatomy, Derek would enter the door and hold my hand. What if I also broke the last ligament I’ve got left? What if I cannot walk anymore? What if I have to put on a knee prosthesis? Fuck I am just 41. Damn Basketball I hate you. TOC TOC TOC Can I have some music here??  If I’ve broken also the collateral ligament, it is the end. Maybe is just the meniscus. Hopefully it’s just the

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Shanghai: Nails, Toxic Plastic and Hysterical Moms

My daughter starts to bite her nails. I know, I know it’s something that come and then goes. But for me, dogged nail-bitter since childhood until the age of twenty-nine, it is a trauma. I still remember the pleasure of gnawing, the hangnail evisceration until it bled, the flaking of the nail in layers up to the root and the final tear, a painful self-inflicted punishment. “My love, how come you never stop?” As if I don’t know the answer… “Mom, the thing is, I do not even notice eating them, but I always do. Yesterday I ate even those of my toes.” AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH “I feel nervous in my teeth and I really want to gnaw something.” “Okay, for now

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Shanghai: Plastic Surgery, Placenta Or Mask?

We are planning a short trip to Hong Kong next month. Among the documentation needed to get the Visa are  the awful passport photos, those in which you have to face the camera, not laugh, have your face uncovered, wear glasses if you wear them, but they do not have to be too big and must be able to see your eyes. At the end, all the family went out with the same crappy expression: half smile that runs away but does not fall, eyes blocked as if we have seen a ghost and yellowish incarnate. In addition to this, Chinese people love white skin so to make you prettier they photoshop the photos. The result is that the whole

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Shanghai: Dumpling, Dumpling, Dumpling!

“Hey you, what is your favorite food?” “Mmmhhh, I’m not sure, I’m undecided between ravioli and lasagna.” Of course, because when you think of a favorite food, carbohydrate makes it as a master, never to be undecided between a quinoa salad and steam cauliflower. It never comes to mind then summer’s approaching and we have to wear a swimsuit, weight loss to relieve pressure on the knees, the insulin that rises. Eh no, if you think of a favorite food the carbohydrate wins. Always. “Hey you. Yes I am speaking with you, the one undecided between ravioli and lasagna, please find a black hole, a passageway, a teleport and come here in a blink, please.” I would gladly bring you

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