(In)visible cities: Monday grocery shopping

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

(In)visible cities: An Egyptian awakening

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

(In)visible cities: Long Way Home

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

(In)visible cities: Cargo Ships and Fish Scales: The Essence of Jakarta

Estimated reading time: 4 minutes A nauseating smell of fish rotting in polystyrene boxes mingled with the peculiar fragrance of the Java Sea humidity, seizing your olfactory system and temporarily dwelling in your nostrils. The skyline reflected its lights on the brackish water, whose waves were drawing ephemeral colorful faces. A sweltering February night was giving way to a pale dawn in the port of … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: Cargo Ships and Fish Scales: The Essence of Jakarta

(In)visible cities: A late morning in Wudaokou

Estimated reading time: 4 minutes September 1st, 2018. My first day at the Beijing Language and Culture University. Everything was ready, or at least I thought it was. I had arrived in China two weeks before the start of the classes, I had bought all the stuff I needed for my room, I had gone to the orientation meetings, and I had read the freshman … Continua a leggere (In)visible cities: A late morning in Wudaokou

San Servolo e la laguna meridionale

tempo di lettura: 6 minuti Una volta qui erano tutti monasteri: così scriveva, più o meno, John Ruskin, parlando della “Laguna Sud”, dove per “laguna” si intende, ovviamente, la laguna italiana per antonomasia, quella di Venezia. Tutti monasteri, dunque, a partire da quella nostra isola che è San Servolo, sede di un monastero benedettino da prima dello spostamento della capitale del Ducato di Venezia a … Continua a leggere San Servolo e la laguna meridionale