Venice from dusk till dawn

Sometime around the year two-thousand. It was still high school. It was a school trip indeed. Forty, Fifty kids in a train and only a handful of professors to stop them from complete madness. I[…]

A glimpse of Alessio.

For those of you who can read Italian – or that trust any translation app – here’s an article published by Alessio. Yes, the same Alessio of the letter. Just to give a bit of character[…]

Almost there.

Wilde or someone like him said that good writers write the life they cannot live, and poor writers live the life they cannot write. Did he say it like that? Whatever, you get the point. I’ve oscillated[…]