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Poem 3: September rain

The September rain is
a fresh embrace on a warm body after summertime.

Identity cards

Dubrovnik, identity card

When: August 2015
With whom: boyfriend
The highlight: walking along the ancient city wall

In my eyes

Life traces

Thailand, September 2016

In my eyes

Ordered yellow

Barcellona, April 2015

In my eyes

Pacifier is the new padlock

Ljubljana, April 2018

Identity cards

Crete, identity card

When: May 2018
With whom: husband and eight-month-old daughter
The highlight: the South-West Coast

In my eyes

Happy hour after work

Bruxelles, December 2015

The suitcase tells stories

Kostas, from the Department of Medicine to the kafenio trap

Year 1900 and something. At a rough guess, it could be year 1985. A young Greek says goodbye to his family, to his friends and to Sivas, a small village in the South of Crete, 10 minutes away from the most famous Matala. He is ready to leave and chase his dream.

Identity cards

Sarajevo, identity card

When: August 2015
With whom: boyfriend
The highlight: visit at the tunnel museum

Flavours

One swallow doesn’t make a summer, but the s’cioppetin do!

In the collective Italian imagination, spring represents the swallows arrival, the blossoming of trees, the days getting longer or the awakening of the senses. Not for me. For me spring goes hand in hand with s’cioppetin.

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