L’aeroporto

Qualche riflessione sugli aeroporti nel mondo, e sui ricordi che non se ne andranno mai. Viaggio spesso, sia dentro che fuori dall’Indonesia. E quindi passo spesso per l’aeroporto. Personalmente (ma credo che succeda a tutte le persone che vivono all’estero), ho sempre un rapporto speciale con l’aeroporto del mio paese d’accoglienza. Dato che è un…

A Palestinian encounter in Jakarta

Leggi in italiano A few nights ago I was at a party, and while I was getting something to eat at the buffet, I heard a guy beside me talking in Arabic. THAT Arabic. The Arabic that filled my days in Jerusalem. I asked him where he was from, and he said “I am from…

3 years of coaching

Leggi in italiano A few days ago, Linkedin reminded me that I have been practicing as a coach for three years. I had actually added to my profile the date of the graduation ceremony (that obviously took place online), in September. However, my final exam to become a coach took place in May, and I…

I hate goodbyes

Leggi in italiano These days I have been faced with one of the hardest tasks of my life: putting my mom in a nursery home. This should be nothing tragic in itself: her health has so deteriorated, that leaving her at home with a carer is no longer possible. She can’t do anything on her own,…

A wave of good

Yesterday I got an update from Daniel, the son of a dear friend of mine, from Lesvos, a Greek island that is receiving a high influx of refugees from Syria. As a volunteer, Daniel has joined an Ngo that provides support to the families that arrive in the direst conditions. I was overly moved by…

Today I am not a happy expat

This morning my husband woke me up telling me that there had been a “bit of trouble” in Paris, and we needed to immediately locate our son. Alessandro had arrived in Paris a few hours before the attacks, and we had no clue of his plans for the night. While I furiously tapped on the…

#UWRF15

It has been an amazing experience. And I am so privileged to live in the same country where the Ubud Writers&Readers Festival takes place. In the splendid frame of green and golden Ubud in Bali, I spent three days of pure bliss concentrating on one of my biggest passions: reading. The whole event was perfectly organised….

Do you “like” Palestine?

When I lived in Jerusalem, I was convinced I would never be able to go back to a life where your routine is not dominated by frustration, injustice and powerlessness. It is hard to explain, but this is what happens to those who share a period of their lives with the Palestinians: the israeli occupation…

Henning Mankell has passed away

What sucks of getting older, is that the more people you get to know, the more losses and terrible news you are likely to face. And this is also true for artists you get to grow attached to, who fill your life with discoveries and contribute to make you a rich person with their work….