Otkrivanje Italije, deo 3: Ma prima un’ cafe i kako je Karavađo postao vajar

Za sve Italijane, posebno Napolitance (koji su druga vrsta), dnevni unos kafe, u više navrata, predstavlja više od ičega nezaobilazni način života. Glavna ideja je da kafa bude kratka, jaka i puna pene, zbog čega je pult uvek prepun ljudi koji kafu piju brzo, al volo (u hodu) i jure van. To je deo, kako ga ja nazivam, Svetog Trojstva Italijana: 1 -Pijte samo vino i vodu uz obrok, pritom NIKADA ne naručujte vodu iz slavine; 2 – Ne stavljajte kečap na testeninu / picu (ananas ne pominjite, ni za živu glavu); 3 -Popijte kafu stojeći, u dva gutljaja.

Disclosing Italy, part 3 : Ma prima un’ cafe and how Caravaggio became a sculptor

For all Italians, especially Neapolitans (who are a different breed), multiple, daily income of coffee is, more than anything, a matter of lifestyle. The main idea is for coffee to be short, strong, and creamy, which is why the bar is always crammed with people downing their coffee fast, al volo(on the run) and rushing out. It’s a part of Holy Trinity of Italians, as I call it, 1-Drink only wine and water with your meal and NEVER order tap water; 2-Do not put ketchup on pasta/pizza(little less pineapple you rascal); 3-Take your coffee in two sips standing up.

Otkrivanje Italije, deo 2: Uspinjanje uz čizmu i slojevi Italije

Jeste li čuli za sfoljatele? To je slatko pecivo, napunjeno mekim, belim, sirastim punjenjem i ima ukus raja. Ne preterujem. Bukvalno raj na tacni. Sfoljatela je napravljena od desetak, i više, tankih slojeva lisnatog testa koje obavija meko mlečno punjenje i ponosni je proizvod juga Italije. Italija, a Sicilija posebno, je jedna velika sfoljatela, sa mnoštvom slojeva raznolikosti, u kulturi, ljudima, dijalektima, hrani, koji pokrivaju i grle jedinstvenu, toplu italijansku dušu i šarm na koji niko nije imun.

Disclosing Italy, part 2: Climbing the booth and unlayering Italy

Have you ever heard of sfogliatella? It’s a sweet pastry, filled with soft, white, cheesy cream and tastes as heaven. I am not exaggerating. Literally heaven on a plate. Sfogliatella is made by dozen of thin layers of puff pastry hugging and covering the soft filling and it’s a proud product of south of Italy. Italy and Sicily in particular is like a big sfogliatella, with so many layers of diversity, in culture, people, dialects, food all covering the unique warm Italian soul and a charm that no one is immune to.

Otkrivanje Italije, deo 1: Idealan grad i kako je Makijaveli zamalo rekao nešto važno

Putnik je tvorac zemlje u koju putuje, ne može istinitije da opiše moja putešestvija. Zaista ne vidim ništa posebno trijumfalno u onome što su Kristofer Kolumbo ili Marko Polo nekad radili od onoga što svaki putnik radi svakodnevno, na svojim putovanjima, a to je – otkrivanje nove zemlje, običaja i kulture. Svako otkriće je jedinstveno i pripada onoj osobi koja ga doživljava, čineći to njegovim malim blagom koje su sakupili poput radnih pčela i koje šire dalje zujanjem oko sveta.

Disclosing Italy, part 1: Ideal city and how Machiavelli almost said something important

Traveler is the creator of the country he is travelling to, cannot be more true when I recollect memories of all of my past travels. There is nothing extra triumphal in what Christopher Colombo or Marco Polo once did than what a single backpacking traveler does every day on his travels and that is- discovering new land, custom and culture. Each discovery is unique and belongs to the person experiencing it making it their little treasure that they collected like busy bees and are about to spread it buzzing around the globe

Dobra stara vremena

Pre 25 godina, ubrzo nakon što se mama vratila i nakon što sam se rodila, počeo je rat, raseljavajući ljude i teritorije i ostavljajući i sve i svakog opustošenim, moj deda je tragično umro, a moj otac je odlučio da se vrati u svoje selo i da više nikada ne odlazi, posmatrajući kako se ostatak njihovog novca topi u alkohol, utapajući se polako u svojoj tuzi. Mama je ostala uz svoju porodicu i muža, a ubrzo nakon, na svoj status domaćice dodala i titulu samohrane majke.

Good old times

25 years ago, shortly after mom returned home and I was born, war started, displacing people and territories, leaving everything and everyone devastated, my grandfather tragically died and my dad decided to return to his village and never leave again, watching the rest of their money melt into alcohol, while drowning slowly in his sorrow. Mom stood by her family and shortly after added a single mother to her housewife status.