“A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.” – G.G Marquez

I am a writer and a freelance journalist based in Florence, Italy. Ever since I can remember I loved stories and everything about them, from the storyteller who told them, to the paper they were written on. Because of that, I love listening to people’s stories and sometimes experience them in writing as my own.

I started writing stories thirteen years ago, on any napkin or piece of paper I could find and that was how, two years later, I found myself holding in my hands the first book with my name on it.

Two years ago, I created the journalistic project,  The human behind the artist (Interviews with artists living in Florence), trying to draw out for the world to see, not only the “alien” side of the artist, which we can often visualize through their work, but also their human side that guided them on the path of creativity. I met wonderful human beings, great artists and minds through this project, a project that led me straight to my next, amazing book in progress,  “Okay, you’re right! A collection of life stories with Mark Abouzeid.”  

I am also the editor of the bilingual newspaper “Florence is you!”, part of the Writers Group in Florence and I am teaching storytelling workshops for children and writing workshops for teenagers and adults. Currently I am involved in the “Growing Cedars in Air” project, an indie documentary about the living heritage and unique culture that has allowed Lebanese to flourish wherever they settle.

I love Florence and everything about it and in some ways the city has saved me and opened a path for me which I probably wouldn’t have found in any other place (that may also be, because there are not enough De Medici stories for me to hear).I also have a husband and a daughter, whom I “torture” every day, and sometimes I tend to speak too much without actually saying anything explicit about myself.

You can also follow me on Facebook and Twitter, or check out my Linkedin profile.

Ela Vasilescu

Ela Vasilescu

Writer | Freelance Journalist


The Human Behind The Artist

Interviews with artists living in Florence

In Progress

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365 days of my life

The adventure of writing everyday about life, feelings and passion


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Okay, you're right!

A collection of life stories with Mark Abouzeid

In Progress

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Latest Posts On My Blog

Why do I write?

Sometimes I feel dead inside. A feeling of nothingness lurks me from around the corner, grabs my senses and throws me into a void. I write the feeling away. The keyboard becomes my best friend and every word pulls me back into this crowded world. Many people ask me when do I write? Why do I write? Do I have a schedule? Do I have a plan? I never know how to answer that question. I sometimes believe that I can write myself away; divide myself into little pieces and place them neatly on a page for others to discover. Writing has always been a part of me; you cannot schedule a piece of yourself, just like you cannot schedule your feelings towards something, someone. I write to unleash my darkness, to fill that void, to feel alive. I write when nothing else makes sense except my fingers racing on the keyboard. I write because I need to. Everything we do is a choice. Every frown, smile, touch, gesture is a choice. Every word we speak out loud is a choice. Most of the times we hate those choices and most of the times we try to take the easy way out. There is no easy way out. That’s just a beautiful mirage created by our twisted selves. So, why do I write? I need words to fill my life; because stories make us who we are; because shelves would feel lost and sad; because this is who I am and what I chose to be. Why do you do what you do?... read more

A place I used to call home

We forget the places we come from. We keep into our thoughts and memories certain smells, some mental pictures and moments, the faces of the people we love. We pretend to remember and to know what is happening in those places even if we are far away and disconnected from that world. The fact is that we only remember what we choose to and never the reality that is played everyday in the lives of the people who are left behind. I am back to the place I used to call home and I remember now. I remember how much I used to love this house. I remember how we assembled all the furniture and the comfort of the couch that hosted my tears and smiles over the years. I remember how I used to pace the kitchen floor thinking that it was the most beautiful place in the world. I remember our first Christmas here and my 25th birthday spent at the kitchen table with good friends eating dinner. I remember the dreams we forged in this place, the kisses, the parties, the smell of good food and incredible sweets. I remember the despair, the long discussions in the middle of the night, packing and unpacking after every long trip in different parts of the country. I remember how we decided to completely change our lives on the same couch I am sitting now and the following painful months before we were reunited as a family again. I remember and can feel everything now. Coming back to this house that witnessed so much, is joy and sadness at the same time. I am everything I set... read more

Day 365 – The beginning of the end

Happy birthday both to me for tomorrow and to this wonderful project! We have been through a lot this year and even from our first day together I knew this will be an amazing adventure for me. I designed the project to start on my birthday because for me a whole year is not the one written in the calendar, but the one that passes over me, starting from the day I was born. My birthday has always been really important to me and although for almost five years now I stopped celebrating the old fashion way, my birthday will always be a very important day in my life. Not because of the presents or the attention, but because this is the day that reminds me that I am here with a purpose: my own. Last year I celebrated my birthday into a beautiful cemetery that soon became one of my favorite places in Florence to have coffee at, to breath in the air or to read the pieces of my felow writers from time to time. From then on the adventure began and I encountered obstacles every step of the way. Day 4 for example was like a warning sign for all the closed gates I was about to knock on and I must admit I never even imagined what I was going to face while writing for this project. It all started as a joke, as a way for me to develop a certain discipline and some organizing skills. Many people around me warned me about this being a difficult journey, sometimes an almost impossible one, but I... read more

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