Boston, May 18th 2016
A year ago, I was joining hundreds of Americans in a Boston square celebrating the landmark decision of the Supreme Court to make same-sex marriages legal for everyone across all the 50 states of the Federation. Continua a leggere
It’s 3pm on January the 23rd, 2016: the alarm clocks go off altogether across Italy. Not only there, but in London, Frankfurt, Dublin, Copenhagen as well and in many other European cities the alarm clocks went off at the same time (or almost). The reason was the same everywhere: to wake Italy and Italian citizens up. To tell them to open their eyes and that IT’S TIME to let everyone have equal rights; not only for those who don’t have such rights yet, but for all Italian citizens’ dignity as well. Continua a leggere
Right, because 30 degrees Fahrenheit equal -1 degree Celsius; quite chilly, isn’t it? As I’ll probably be on this side of the Pond for a while yet, I’d better find an easy and fast way to survive the various inches, feet, cups and any other limb or tool that gets used in this measurement system which, let’s face it, doesn’t make much sense. Continua a leggere
One day I wasn’t happy. Actually, it had been a while since I had been happy; one day I decided to do something about it: I quit my “secure” job at the company where I had been working for the previous seven years, I left my nice flat in the south-west suburbs of London, I boxed my life up and I bought a ticket. Continua a leggere
Pumpkins at Brooksby Farm, MA
My first season in Boston just passed by leaving me with a satisfied post-orgasm smile on my face, incredulous that I actually spent four months wearing shorts and sandals everyday, living in a constant over-30 Celsius degree temperature, with crying-armpits wetting my shirt and sleepless nights lying naked, spread-eagle in bed. Continua a leggere
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Early in September I happened to spend a week in San Francisco for business. Even before leaving I knew that it was going to be five hectic days, with 12-hour long shifts that would have allowed me to see very little and that I should have made the best of the one day I had to see the town.
I think I did it and San Francisco in a day is possible, just like Florence. Continua a leggere
Between March 2011 and May 2012 I visited the States six times which, considering the two previous visits, brings the number up to eight. Since my first trip 12 years ago, I’ve always wanted to write my impressions on America and the Americans and it took me that many years to write my thoughts down. Finally, last May, while sitting on a train travelling from Boston down to New York City, I started.
As it always happens when I brandish a pen (or a keyboard) I ended up writing a bible-long essays that no one will never read. To make it easier for my non-existing readers, I split this Dostoyevsky-like novel I came up with in two. Looking at it now, I realize it risks to be too long anyway.
Oh well, I can’t split it down any further or I’ll end up having Dallas. Enjoy part 1. Continua a leggere