Oh yes, it’s that day of the week again, when we get to wake up almost in time for lunch and then we have our “morning” coffee at the best pastry in Florence. Today while “gossiping” about last night’s projection party hosted by Anna Rose, we watched Ephia digging into a creamy cake with two teaspoons in her hands and drawing a milk foam mustache on her face...
I love the month of August in Florence. We have never taken a vacation in August, but I am sure that even if we could we wouldn’t do it. The silence and the emptiness is a vacation itself and also my biggest problem regarding parking is magically solved. My street is always empty on Sundays anyway, but these days, nothing dares to breathe around here. Almost all my neighbors are gone and it...
Most of us consider our neighbors weird, lame, loud, assholes and so on, but mine are all those things together and so much more. I have been meaning to tell you their stories through my walls for a long time now, but it never seemed the right moment; well, the moment has come, so let their lives be revealed. The least dangerous of them I can only hear during the summer. He is married and they...
My building has at least two adolescent girls on each floor. Seriously, it’s like someone dropped a bomb here and only girls came out of it; boys would feel very uncomfortable in this building. Anyway, there is this particular girl downstairs that makes me shiver when I see her and the gang she is hanging out with. She is extremely pretty and of course, as any beautiful teenage girl at seventeen...
You have to write something funny for a change. Stop creeping people out with your depressions and strangeness. Right; let’s tell them about the nice old lady from the bakery that gives us the most amazing smile every day when we buy bread from her shop. Well, that could work but let’s try something funnier. Oh, I know, we should tell them about the bartender that hops around like a frog in...
