And there it goes: Hamburg! New adventure, new job, new house, new city, new air, good old German.
It rains a lot and it’s pretty cold, but it would not be Germany without some Yogi Tea, so it fits me.
Have you ever seen ice? I mean, real ice? Not the ice you put inside a drink when it’s summer or a small lake covered in ice.. I am talking about what’s around Greenland: that ice.
I never thought I would get the chance to witness such a spectacular and breathtaking phenomenon. I was sitting there during a long and boring flight from Germany to NY being unable to sleep like I wanted to and with the guy sitting next to me snoring, when suddenly I looked down and I couldn’t believe it: Greenland was on my right and under me just ice. Pure ice.
Don’t believe me? Zoom zoom zoom: you’ll see that those white things under the clouds are huge ice blocks drifting here and there. O, happy day!
And when you are saying bad words trying to put your life into two suitcases, you realize that the end of what you know is there, right in front of you. How can years, hours and seconds fly so quickly? How can it already be over? How can I already start my adult life? I mean… I sleep with a huge stuffed elephant in my bed, I am afraid of the dark and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life. But time doesn’t wait. Time hurries and pushes you around forcing you to be someone you are not ready to be – yet. So there it goes. Bye bye and oppalà: let’s get ready for the adult-like life. (My stuffed elephant comes with me anyway)
I moved into my room when I was 4 years old. Yesterday I sat on by bed staring at all those dusty objects and memories I am going to leave and it felt so incredibly – and horribly – real: I actually found a job and, this time, I might not come back. Farewell to you. Farewell to a little light-haired me living in a parallel universe and dreaming about Harry Potter, magic and fairy dust. It’s been a pleasure, for real.
But, when in Rome, I also manages to take some walks, to wander around those beautiful streets.
Do you know what I LOVE about Rome? Well, I adore how tiny some streets can be and how majestic some others are. I love how you can stumble upon History sipping a coffee and eating an ice cream. I love how suddenly, without you expecting it, some very old building pops up behind a corner.
I love how romantic and elegant it feels being there, how shiny and bright the light is and how funny it is with all those Vespas around!
I walked around and I could see those streets where I had already been. Where I was smiling and happy. And so I walked over the clouds living my memory in the present.
And that’s what happened: I got lost the city, I saw corners and pavements that I had already met and I introduced them to new ones.
I observed the tourists and the locals.
I got lost in little streets and big squares.
I walked with my nose up in the air, and stumbled upon some adorable Ape Car.
And I thought that, after all, it was much better last year, when my source of inspiration was with me in those street.
But, dear Rome, you most definitely are beautiful, breathtaking and mysterious. I love how unpredictable, historical and magical you can be.
So, here are some corners, some angles, some surprises I found. Yes, surprises! Walking around in this city is like a treasure hunt: you look for the buildings and you find happiness.
The other day an adorable girl from Melbourne (I think she is from Melbourne: all I know is that right now she is there) commented on an Instagram photos telling me one of the sweetest and most moving things someone ever told me about the pictures I take:
“The way you capture the light is so moving”
I was so moved and Jen’s comment made me smile so incredibly much. Thank you Jen! Thank you very much!
Please, stop by and look at her pictures: for me looking at them feels like a garden tea party with pastel colours: Jen’s Instagram.
So, here is some more light from that very same cold morning
I remember that when I was a child my family and I used to take the car and go to the cemetery every November. You can imagine how happy I was, especially because on the same occasion we visited my aunts for my birthday: cemetery and cake.
Anyway, I remember those cold hours in an old and creepy cemetery in northern Italy on All Souls´ Day. Everywhere we looked there were groups of people cleaning a grave and changing flowers. Everyone was wearing dark clothes and it freaked me out.
I am scared of death. I am scared of the image of dead bodies. When I had to pee at the cemetery it was the worst: I had to walk between all those dead bodies and I always expected to find a bone inside the toilet.
I hated those moments and I hated being in a cemetery because I didn´t understand why I had to be there: if I want to remember a person, I can do it on my own. I try to remember that person alive and happy looking at some photos and getting lost in my memories. Why the hell should I remember a person standing centimeters from her/his skeleton? Creepy.
But I think that for my grandmother it was different. I think that there used to be a different image of death. My other grandma loved going to funerals for example: it was a way to remember the dead and to homage his/her life. Once it was her birthday and we could´t find her. Guess where she was?! At a funeral and she told us that she even was in car with the body. ARG! What the hell woman! Creeeepy lady!
Anyway, what I want to say is that funerals and cemeteries were the place where you could get in touch with the person you lost. But what about now? Now we all have a parallel online life and a Facebook page.
A couple of my Facebook friends are long gone and their personal pages are filled with memories, photos and messages. “I miss you”, “You should be here” “I visited this place and wanted to share this photo with you”… a lot of people write messages and share thoughts on the pages of those people who are long gone.
Plus, announcing a death online is becoming quite popular: it´s fast, free and you can reach plenty of people writing on your Facebook page that your goldfish, hamster, neighbor or plant is gone.
Is this the new way to commemorate death? We once sat at the cemetery staring at a stone and now we can share a thought going to work, eating or watching a movie.
Is Facebook the new cemetery? Is Facebook the new platform to commemorate those who left us?
I still find it creepy and sad, but at least this time I don´t have to have cake and cemetery.
I know that today is random-postcards-Tuesday, but not this week! The 8th of December is for some reason a religious day, but for me it´s Christmas-tree day!
Traditionally we decorate our tree on the 8th of December and keep it until the 6th of January.
I remember that, when I was a child, my parents had this wonderful big white tree made of plastic (I am totally against the fact of chopping trees just for Christmas). It was stunning, because there were big red decorations, wooden toys and the color contrast was beautiful. We don´t put lights on it because my dad, when he was a child, set his tree on fire using the lights =)
When it got too old and had lost more or less all of the fake pine needles, we went to a Christmas shop in Turin to choose a new one. It was big, green and funny!
We kept in my grandma´s garage with all the red decorations and wooden toys for the entire year and brought it home for Christmas.
Every 8th of December our dear friends Gigi and Adriana would come at our place and, while Adriana and my parents chatted and drank some tea, Gigi had to be patient and spend time with child-me decorating the Christmas tree. I had to put the wooden toys and he had to put the red glass ornaments.
I like that tree. It reminds me of Gigi, it reminds me of the first pictures I have of my dog when she was a beautiful puppy.
But then the first cat arrived. And the second. And the third (she is a little Tarzan swinging on every plant that she finds). The tree was in danger: we decided not to decorate it any more. I made some horrible origami and put them on another plant we had in the house, but it wasn´t the same. At all.
And last year everything changed. My parents moved to another house and decided that things had to get better, that Christmas is not as bad as it looks (we have some sad memories when it comes to this festivity) and that we had to celebrate: I came back from Germany and the tree was there! Beautiful as I remembered it, mixing our red decorations with the old ones my grandma owned. And the cats didn´t destroy it!
So… very soon I come back from Morocco and I hope that the big green plastic tree is going to be there!
I think that the black thing on the armchair is Emma-the-Tarzan-cat…
I never really saw the ocean like this.
That morning in Rabat, Johannes and I took a walk in the Kasbah and wandered down to the seaside to ask for the prices for some surf equipment.
And there it was. The big wide ocean.
The thing is that I have never really seen it with this perspective, from up above and in a moment in which I am full of new doubts and full of new fear. I know that ocean. I swam in it, I have seen it from the Eastern and from the Western side.
I was astonished and couldn´t stop staring at that incredible strength. Those colors, those nuances, that noise. It was stunning.
And those people walking on a bright surface: it looked like they were walking directly on the clouds.
And, as usual, that noise, that view, that peace managed to calm me down and for a moment there was no fear, no worries about the future or the need to run away.
There was just the bright blue ocean and nothing more.
Isn´t incredible that December is already here? It feels like time has been flying so quickly: it can´t be possible that we already are at the end of -yet- another year!
I am so not prepared for it! I am not ready to say goodbye and to say welcome to another year.
I didn´t witness the last two seasons changing, I have been living in another Continent, I see palm-trees getting brownish, but not yellow leaves falling.
I have been living quite alone the last months and I didn´t realize that the clock keeps on ticking and that the world is turning: I have been left behind in this Moroccan limbo!
I don´t know how it will feel getting back to society, to a place that I call home and to -dandandandaaan- real winter!
I remember that last year I stopped a couple of days in Paris getting back from three months in Madagascar and that it was a real shock. I wonder how this time will be!
Meanwhile I just look at a couple of photos from last winter and I can´t wait to get back to it!