The smell of fried food. If you were to ask me what I identify Naples with, before the sea, the warmness, the fish, the pizza, the alleys, the poetry, the music, the people screaming from window to window. I would say the smell of fried food. Naples is my second home, having almost the whole… Continua a leggere “See Naples and die”
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“Resistance”
Yesterday, September 15th, I made the trip on the subway watching with fear every bag, backpack, cell phone, fanny pack, suitcase and briefcase ... thinking "what if it happens here, now? What if a bomb explodes? What if they start shooting at us?" , "will these be the last faces I will see? Strangers ...… Continua a leggere “Resistance”
