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We’re going to smell like gas for the rest of our lives – my third day in Iceland

November 18, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

If there is one lesson I’ve learned from tv series, it’s that a road trip is not a road trip if it doesn’t involve small unpredictable complications tragedies.

We were perfectly aware of the fact that when you’re on the road life has a funny way of sneaking up on you,  so our third day in Iceland was just a little reminder of that.

That morning we left our hostel pretty early, partly ’cause everyone in the room was an early bird and partly ’cause  we were starving and didn’t buy any breakfast ’cause we’re smart.

The sky was scary and silvery and the road empty as usual.

empty road in Iceland

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The Indian Abduction or My first Bollywood movie

November 12, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

I started this post more than one year ago. I started it and then realized how painful and traumatic would have been to relive the time of my kidnapping; those three endless hours in which I got psychologically tortured by a bunch of Indian folks.

I wished I could erase this from my mind and pretend it didn’t happen.

I wished I could forget everything and not having to talk about it again.

I wished a lot of things, but then some days ago I found this in my mailbox.



The movie theatre Babylon, in Berlin, is giving away free tickets for a couple of Indian movies and I can’t – I SWEAR TO GOD I CAN’T – let Bollywood make another victim. Continue Reading →

Choke on that dolphin – one more post about Iceland

November 3, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

Gas stations are an essential part of every respectable road trip.

This is even more true in Iceland, where having three proper meals a day can easily bankrupt you and gas stations are a real life-saver.

We used to have breakfast at our hostel/hotel in the mornings and dinner in restaurants in the evenings. Everything in between was gas station food, which meant sandwiches, cookies, chips.

And flippers.


The Icelandic grandma I’ve never had always used to say: If you can’t eat real dolphins, eat sugary ones.

I don’t know if that’s an Icelandic thing, actually, ’cause they have a lot of imported stuff from the US and that weird mix of sugar and marshmallow may very well come from America.


It tastes awful, but still very helpful to test your gag reflex. Continue Reading →

[Mixtape] October 2014

November 1, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

It’s Autumn and, like every year, Autumn means more music than you can take.

Here’s what I’ve been listening to lately:


 little lover – foreign fields

Foreign Field’s debut was my favourite record in 2012. I guess after that they’ve been busy not touring Europe and not visiting Iceland (during my recent trip I’ve spent an entire morning trying to figure out if I was sitting next to them. Until I realized the guys I was staring at were speaking French).

Apart from the aforementioned things, though, they were obviously also writing new music. Little Lover is as sober and heartfelt as anything they’ve done before and that’s just right this way. Now I’m totally looking forward to the album.

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Berlin’s The Wyld or What happens in Vegas should totally stay in Vegas

October 28, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments


Sometimes I put myself in situations without being fully informed on what they actually are. Clearly, I haven’t learned anything from the time I went to see Dancer in the Dark and expected it to be a Broadway-style musical about female empowerment.

That lazy shallowness is most certainly the fil rouge of my not very intricate personality and also what led me to accept a ticket to The Wyld, Berlin’s newest shiniest mega high budget show, playing at Friedrichstadt Palast.

Of course the following conversation is also to blame:

- Hey, you wanna come see The Wyld?
- What’s that about?
- Like, The Mummy meets Alien meets Fame.
- ….
- They have trained poodles. One of them is orange.

I mean, how do you f*cking resist to poodles?!



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Keep your friends close and your enemies’ closet

October 20, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

Sometimes miracles happen.

I’m not referring to incredible things like resurrecting the dead or being able to lick your own elbow, though. Nothing like that. I’m talking about those everyday gestures that surprise you in their simplicity, like a selfless act of kindness coming from someone you don’t expect.

Take my neighbour, for example.

She’s changing the furniture in her flat and instead of throwing everything away she’s decided to donate her old (but still respectable) closet to whoever wants it.


It warms my heart, if I think about it. Continue Reading →

It totally looks like they’re kissing if you don’t zoom in – my second day in Iceland

October 16, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

On a regular work day in Berlin I give myself 15 minutes from the time I open my eyes to the time I step out of the house.

If I weren’t in a hurry I’d probably have time to make a coffee and sip it while looking out of the window, although it’s usually too early and too dark to see anything.

If it weren’t dark or early I would then be looking at thick curtains hiding people’s morning routines and makeup sessions, arranged breakfasts and indulged showers from the building opposite to mine.

In Iceland I looked out of the window and saw this.


It totally looks like they’re kissing if you don’t zoom in.

So yeah, Icelandic mornings were generally exciting. The stress of moving and sleeping every night at a different place was plenty compensated by the fact of having breakfast every morning at a different place, even though I always tried to refrain from eating too much ’cause I had a side-mission to accomplish. Continue Reading →

[Quiz] Which Dirty Dancing Baby are you?

October 13, 2014 by Fede | 2 Comments

Warning! This is not Buzzfeed. If you wanna take this personality quiz you’re going to need a piece of paper and a pencil to note down your answers, like real men (and women!) do. If you’re a lazy bum, just go on Buzzfeed and find out if you’re a bad person (which you are, if you’re leaving this page).

I recently found out that my boyfriend has never seen Dirty Dancing and a part of me died forever.

The only thing I can do is honoring this undiscussable masterpiece and its protagonist with a quiz.



Can you lick your elbow?

A) I cannot. I’m a failure.

B) Nothing’s impossible. Believe in your dreams.

C) Sure! Haven’t you seen my latest Facebook Album?

D) No, but I can lick yours if you let me

You run into that boy you have a crush on. You:

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I keep calm admiring your lava. Not. – a post about Iceland

September 27, 2014 by Fede | 0 comments

I have to say that I admire people who can stay calm in front of emergencies.


Unfortunately I am not Bjork and my feelings before leaving for Iceland – given the latest news – were swaying between “we’ll never be able to get there” to “we’ll get there and die”.


Plus, of course, the fear of flying I’ve already written about.

Getting our rented car at Reykjavik airport was a walk in the park and when the incredibly blonde guy handing us the keys asked if we had any questions, we were pretty confident we hadn’t any.

After all we got the full-mega-expensive insurance and did research on how to change a flat tire before leaving. What else could possibly be missing? I’ll tell you what:  I didn’t quite remember how to make the car go in reverse. I could see the R letter on the shift, in the right corner, but the shift itself would insistently refuse to go there.


After a dozen failed attempts inside the parked car I figured out the trick (without any external help! Self high five!) and we could finally put ourselves on the road.

Just in time to see this:

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The Parent (Jocks)Trap

September 8, 2014 by Fede | 2 Comments

It’s time for me to come clean before my mom leaks this on the internet.

The Parent Trap was by far my favourite movie as a kid.

the parent trap

In case you don’t know it, the story is about two twin sisters separated at young age (one lives with her dad, one with her mom) who meet for the first time at a summer camp and develop a plan to reunite their parents.

I know, in retrospective the Italian title (The cowboy with the pink veil – WTF!) doesn’t make much sense and the premise of the movie should be illegal (The Everywhereist said it best).

I guess the fascinating thing for me while growing up was the idea of finding someone who is exactly like you, speaks like you, looks like you and  with whom you find to have an immediate indissoluble bond. Continue Reading →