When I heard the news, I thought: here we are, another one eye-catcher from Kafka syndrome. One who rises in the morning and is so much changed that decides to throw everything off the sea and start from anew. In another part of the world. I know Michelangelo Pasini for many years. A boy like so many,…
A few days ago, browsing my Instagram profile, I noticed the shots of a photographer. He wrote in his profile, photographer, as a profession. Generally speaking, I’m a curious girl, and as I always do in these cases, I decided to message him privately. And among the various exchanged messages, one impressed me: never…
Today I do not have a story to tell. Yet living in Romagna every day offers me many suggestions. Just stroll through the streets of my city, stop in a bar to listen to the people who enjoy the morning coffee, sitting at the table while greetings and exchange the first words of the day, strictly in a mix between dialect…
This post is a special one. For once, I will not storytell about one of my adventures and I will not make you dream about Romagna. This is one of those moments when you stop and look back to check what you have done to understand what you still have to do, or better, what you want to do. This blog was born as a…
