The Wisteria Bush and the Bee

estimated reading time: 3 minutes On San Servolo island, spring is the most wonderful time of the year. The calm water mirrors the clear sky and the daylight lasts until dinner time. Flowers of all kind blossom around and daisies reappear on the fresh grass after winter, in which all kind of small animals and insects spread around. As it happens every year, the huge … Continua a leggere The Wisteria Bush and the Bee

The very ordinary tale of Willy the spider

Estimated reading time: 3 minutes Willy was a very common spider: brown, with long legs and lighter dots on his back. He used to live with his family above the vending machines of the pier “San Zaccaria B”; from there, he could see everyday fleets of people moving under him: colours, voices, and sounds left him speechless. One foggy night, though, a finger was pointed … Continua a leggere The very ordinary tale of Willy the spider

The anthill

estimated reading time: 3 minutes In the Venice lagoon, there are many small islands, some of them are now abandoned, some others are now luxurious hotels, San Servolo, however, is different. On San Servolo island a lot of students live and study in this magical place. I was one of the 50 students living there. It was 2020. That year we noticed something strange. Every … Continua a leggere The anthill

“Wait, is this a glitch?”

estimated reading time: 3 minutes 8/5/2040 I sit on my couch, take my VR goggles and put them on. Mechanically, I log in to my account. “Welcome back, Elisa. Where do you wanna go today?” the machine spoke, gently but with a metallic aftertaste. I scroll through the possibilities and put a blanket on.  Paris? Nah, been there too often.  New York? Too busy, I … Continua a leggere “Wait, is this a glitch?”

The Dancer in the Wind

estimated reading time: 4 minutes I was looking at the sunset, leaning on the iron handrail next to the platform, in San Servolo. The waves, slow, long waves, crushed gently on the stone stairs a few feet from me, descending in the sea. They rode up a few steps, slipped away, on the moss, and crushed back again, at the same slow rhythm.  “Beautiful sunset, … Continua a leggere The Dancer in the Wind