Italy: Falling Stars

“In Italy there is a tradition celebrated every year on August 10th  called the “Saint Lawrence Night”. Legend has it  during this period of the month there’s a strong shooting stars activity (Perseids), and everybody during these summer nights looks up to the sky waiting to see one falling. If you are so lucky to see one star falling, you can express a desire that could be realized.”   “Today is Saint Lawrence night,” I say with a sigh looking at the sky. “Mom who is Lawrence?” “Saint Lawrence. He is a Saint, no one remembers why he is holy. We all remember him just for the falling stars.” “Mom, I do not understand what it means to be Holy, what

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Maura and The Do-It-Yourself

Today I build a bed. I go to Ikea with Emma, walk around the bedroom area and after evaluating the various models by pros and cons, stability, size and color of the structure, we choose a wonderful MALM. White single bed that is always fashionable, high headboard really comfortable for young readers, two beautiful drawers for keeping all the “secrets” which I promise to never open. After the bed section, Emma dives on all the mattresses in the furniture exhibition. She bounces, stretches out, tries to get to the side and then to her favorite sleep position, belly down with the butt up. I never understood how she can sleep like this. In the end, the choice falls on a

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Italy: Handsome Men and Smooth Necks

Finally I am in Italy. Absorbing the time zone, between a buffalo mozzarella and a summer thunderstorm I find myself reflecting on a world-wide problem. It isn’t the Brexit and not even the European Football Championships, but the total lack of handsome men in China. You can say:  “you are a forty years old woman married, what are you doing thinking of beautiful men in China?“ The answer is: The look is connected to the way it tastes. Because every now and then look and be looked is good, you start to dress decently, put some make up in the morning, avoid getting out in pajamas with a horrible hairgrip on the hair. You find the motivation to do 100 crunches

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