Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith

“The Lord hath made bothspring and summer,As also the Psalmist sang,And all their delights:The birds their swift and joyous flight,The hills their peaks,The groves their length,The fields their breadth,The air its beauteous soft sounds,And the soil its giftsOf fragrant flowers and grass,And for man’s being itselfits renewal and joy;But who is worthy enoughto recount allContinue reading “Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith”

Sapia Salvani

The noise of weapons and arms rattling against each other was getting louder and louder as she was approaching the window on the western side of the castle. She barely slept that night, ever since she heard Ghibellines retreated to the hillock near her house, escaping the Guelph army that overtook the Colle castle thatContinue reading “Sapia Salvani”

Perfect life calling

„Why are there no old, damaged buildings? City old as this one should have few of them, shouldn’t it?“ said Z’s grandpa, mostly to himself, which broke the silence we enjoyed for few canals now, walking and staring at the perfect, tall and thin, brick buildings and soaking its every detail. By saying this, itContinue reading “Perfect life calling”

Disclosing Italy, part 5: Ushtipci and sandy planet Tattoine

“O Dio” was all he creaked from time to time, whenever we crossed some bump on the road, along with a load of Holy Marie’s, St. Lucia’s and other Italian Saints in the same package the moment we got on one of the cobblestone streets during our ride.

Disclosing Italy, part 4: Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra

“What a child”, I thought while looking at Paolo sitting across the coach from me in a metro we took. He was tapping his feet while looking around the metro and starring at people, smiling and soaking every detail of their faces. The deep, male voice announced our stop and I nodded at him asContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 4: Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra”

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

„Ma prima un’ cafe!“ said he, while I was busy counting all of the statues set between raising columns of Piazza del Plebiscito, named after the plebiscite taken in 1860, that brought Naples into the unified Kingdom of Italy. Paolo continued following me around, telling me story his dad had made up, about the argumentContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 3 : Ma prima un’ cafe and how Caravaggio became a sculptor”