When I first got here, I was living in a house at the borders of a forest with an exceptionally short german guy and two tiny taiwanese men. I felt like Snow White among the dwarves, with the exception that I was the one working all day long and they were constantly home doing my laundry, cooking for me and all that stuff. It was great knowing that there was a place, in this cold gigantic country, populated by people shorter than 1.70 and that I was their king.
Unfortunately after some months they went bad, like cute Gremlins that someone inadvertently fed after midnight: all of a sudden one of them became an alcoholic, one tried to sell me ecstasy in the kitchen and the other touched my bulge in the bus.
I had to move, even though this meant losing my special place in the world and facing the awful truth that I’m just another short Italian man. And of course this affected many aspects and situations. Read More
In place of mouths, fallible taps dripping a silent something. It drops from our lips, between a yawn and one last kiss, only to dive into the bigger silence that fills the room and keeps you from sleeping. The radio obeys your tired fingers and starts playing, just for us, a soundtrack of terrible news. There’s hand slapping and heads rolling, far away, and there’s your eyelids shutting on the day like merciless guillottines. The unemployment rate raises like your chest under my hand under my head, and then goes down again. The tankers sink in seas that quickly black out like the dreams we’re about to forget. And I have this guilt in me, ’cause everything is fine although everything is wrong, ’cause I can’t keep my eyes open. There’s going to be coffee in the morning.
The title of this post underlines pretty clearly my current lack of creativity (being that it’s stolen from Lena Dunham), but it’s also a perfect opening for the most abused topic somebody could ever write about: new year’s resolutions.
I don’t want to annoy you with the complete list of things I’d like to get done this year (which, if you insist, includes stuff like learning how to play the ukulele or visit Belgrade) but I’d rather focus on a concrete, adult and important goal: taking control of my financial situation. Read More