My City
I spent years trying to return to my city, only to understand that what I was looking for had disappeared long before I did.
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The Usual, Thanks
A snowy drive to a meeting that turned out to have nothing to do with IT - and a pizzaiolo who understood politics better than the politicians.
The Scent of the City
A morning walk through Ferrara becomes a journey through scent and memory - from London coffee to a grandmother's market, from ancient hospital corridors to the unmistakable perfume of fresh bread.
The Broken Gramophone and the Stolen Land
The story of a broken gramophone and a piece of stolen land. A personal account of my family's legacy, caught between fascist violence and the calculated greed of those who wore the banner of anti-fascism for personal gain.
So, where are you going on vacation this year?
Why this simple question reveals the biggest generational conflict of our time.
The Azores High and the Symphony of Pistons
A personal reflection on seeking tranquility outside the city, only to discover a curious modern habit: the relentless use of cars for even the shortest distances. Why do we trade peace for the car keys, even in 'quiet' havens?
No, This Country Can't Work (Like This)
Italy is a state silenced by its own bureaucracy. The promised simplifications almost always end up creating more bureaucracy, worsening the situation.