It has been months, I know, since I last wrote. Not that I didn’t think about writing, but I was going through a difficult time in the part of my life that relates to being a student (so no one died, nothing serious happened), but I didn’t really feel motivated to write anything. Lately, however, … Continue reading What friends are for
When I was in Rome I thought that there wasn’t any other place like Rome, now I am in Vienna and I think that there is no other place like Vienna. This doesn’t mean that I prefer the first or the second, in fact, if after finishing university I was offered a job in Rome, … Continue reading Finally back!
Note: this is not an answer and is not infallible; it’s just my side of the story. It happens sometimes that you end up in uncomfortable situations which you didn’t ask for and need to quickly decide how to get out of them. I am talking about when someone is harassing you. It happened to … Continue reading Harassment
When I was a child I thought that when I had turned 18, I would have been automatically an adult. While legally speaking this might be true almost everywhere in the world (apart those countries where the legal age is 21), the same cannot be said of all other aspects of life. When most people … Continue reading Adulthood: not an age issue
My brother came to visit me in Rome and I am the happiest sister on Earth. I have to admit that I was waiting for him to come. He came with a friend of his, let's say a best friend and this makes things even better. I met them at the metro station and as … Continue reading Why my brother is also one of my best friends
I was going to write this piece last week, but then something else came up, and I decided to postpone this post here for this time. I can say I was pretty lucky because exactly this week I came in contact with one of my phobias and I got the chance to think better what … Continue reading Phobias, fears and all the other things that make us panic
It is amazing how much stuff there is in my bag, in any bag that I carry around. I guess each one of us has some small objects that are rarely left at home. One of my objects is a pair of fake glasses. You can see them in the picture above: they are black … Continue reading My black, thick, fake glasses