Missing them

Leggi in italiano As I have repeatedly explained, I did not feel a complete connection to Jakarta until I decided to win my fear and drive my car to move around. Since I came back from my summer holidays, I am using it more and more. Driving in an unfamiliar place, with traffic rules that…

Goodbye, Guillermo

Leggi in italiano I wish I never had to write this post. This morning while I was stuck in traffic, I fumbled through my stock of cds, and found Pobre Marinero, my favourite by Guillermo Anderson. I put it on, and remembered that last time I heard of him, Guillermo was fighting against a nasty…

I don’t know why, but she cared about me

Leggi in italiano I am sad and moved. This is happening more and more to me: I find out too late that someone who has counted in my life has gone. Too late for what? I don’t know exactly. But when a person dies, I like to take time to honour her, to think of…

Tierra de adentro

Leggi in italiano My life is beautiful because people think of me. Hardly one day goes by without me receiving messages or calls from people who want to share something, know how I am, ask for help, and more. This makes me feel that I am into people’s lives and thoughts, and it is a…

Il mio ultimo giorno di scuola

L’ultimo giorno di scuola visto dalla madre. Oggi è l’ultimo giorno di scuola del mio figlio più piccolo. E il mio, naturalmente. Ammetto che mi sono commossa oggi, quando l’ho visto uscire dalla macchina e andare via. Diciamo sempre che il tempo vola, ma quando la realtà arriva, oggi è l’ultima volta per sempre che…