La vita italiana

The fourth week on lockdown in Italy starts today, 30th of March. Fifteen days ago, I made a post on L’Italo-Americano Facebook page, asking to you all to tell us what you loved the most about Italy. A place, a …

Si riparte, off we go. Off we go, back to work, to the gym, to grab a coffee with friends, but with our smiles covered with these ubiquitous little rectangles of blue or white material, so important to ensure our safety …

Everything started with the Aeronautica Militare’s first flights to bring back home all the Italians living in China. They lived, worked, studied in Wuhan, in that far away, incredibly modern province where a virus we believed distant had begun killing. …

On the 21st of April, Rome turned 2.773 years old, but this was a very strange birthday indeed. No one was around her streets celebrating, there were neither aperitivi nor strolls at the Pincio with your loved ones, enjoying these …

In Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett, Vladimir, one of the two main characters in the existential play, suggests that the voice of the dead makes a noise like wings, like sand, like feathers, like ashes. But each time Estragon, …

Here  we are, our second week in isolation begins. It’s strange  to think how much our existence has changed in such a short period of time. It’s strange to think something as minuscule as a virus can create such havoc. …

The vigorous celebrations of Pasqua and Pasquetta in Italy — Easter and the Monday after Easter — are as much a part of the season of renewal as any of nature’s predictable proclamations. It’s a time of awakening. Vibrant green …

A quote attributed to the 18th-century British writer, literary critic and moralist Dr. Samuel Johnson goes: “A man who has not been in Italy is always conscious of an inferiority.” I am not sure that strong statement is still valid …

Today, 18th of March, we are just starting  our second week in isolation.  The streets are empty and everything is incredibly silent, without the voices of kids and teens coming and going from school and cars roaring just outside the …

Never like today the idea of having a quick lunch while walking down the main street of our town or village has been so alluring. Whatever we picture chomping on, it tastes like freedom, doesn’t it? Regardless to your country …