Monthly archives of “January 2013

No Country For Short Men

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

Eyes Open

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.

Almost getting it kind of together

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

My Favourite Things of 2012 (Jan-Jun)


Kristen Bell has a sloth meltdown and proves to be one of the most adorable and funny human beings on the planet Earth.
Dominik escorts me to the bus stop after our second date and tells me “See ya!”; I enthusiastically reply “Sure!!” and then he adds “To the next movie” as if we were part of the same CineClub. He never calls me again.
Jonathan shows me that my first name in Hebrew looks like the word “Pizza”

Catherine stalks, harrasses and tries to bribe a guy at Noma (the best restaurant in the world) in order to make reservations, proving that stalking can be a solution to problems (if you love me you have to read that post, even if partially in french). Read More

Darkly Dreaming Dadster

When you’re an expat, the hardest task you have to face is to keep in touch with the loved ones in  your Mother country, ’cause of course living in a new city where you have a job, friends and possibly love is something that leaves very little time to chat with your distant friends or family.

That’s harsh. And what’s even harsher to accept is that things and people change without you knowing, assisting or even approving.

I was sad, for example, about the fact that I’m missing so many special moments revolving around my newborn niece: the day she was born, the first tooth, her first smile and so on. But what I really couldn’t imagine was that another member of my family was going through a darker unexpected transformation. Read More