Estimated reading time: 3 minutes I’m in a hurry, that’s why I’m running. If I were not, no… I would not run! I would walk at a fast pace, at a venetian pace, as they say here…but no, I would not run. Venezia: a place so difficult to call home… Before entering Rio Terà Foscarini I don’t even throw a glance at the island of … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: Blind rush
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes Fireworks, lights, the buzz of the crowd watching the parade, a concert just round the corner. Everything was so intense and bright that she felt like the world around her was spinning at the speed of the light. The laughs, the little signs of surprise of the children and the little screams of joy of the kids didn’t match at … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: The Shore of Time
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes “Attenzione! Attenzione!… Permesso!” With two grocery bags in hand, a backpack of books, and a laptop, I dashed through crowds of tourists in San Marco square over three bridges to catch the 8:30 PM vaporetto back to San Servolo. It was the first time in three weeks I miraculously managed to catch this Tuesday vaporetto. I usually finish classes at … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: Troubles of Time in Venice
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes As she did every morning passing by, she made the sign of the cross and recited a prayer to Saint Stephan after which the church was named. That was her parish: she had been living in that street for almost eighty years by then. She breathed for the first time in the house on the ground floor on the right … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: Monday grocery shopping
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes There she was, heading towards the airport exit. Shaken but happy, many thoughts raced through her head: was it the right choice to leave home, family and friends, to pursue her dreams and the career she wanted? There she was, in a City she had never been to, but which could give her so much. She got out of the … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: An Egyptian awakening
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes “Seven bridges. Seven bridges to get to San Marco”. There was a time, not so many years ago, when my childish little legs could not bear the weight of the steps of the seven bridges leading from Via Garibaldi, where home is, to St Mark’s Square via the strip of concrete called – perhaps ominously – Riva dei Sette Martiri. … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: Long Way Home
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