“In my Shoes” – eng

It is really true that before judging you should… put yourself in his SHOES!

Through The Mirror

There is an English saying that I have always liked. When someone wants to mean that they should put themselves in their clothes, they say “put yourself in my shoes”. It’s not very different, yet it is. Because it is one thing to put on another person’s clothes. It is one thing to put on your shoes. Shoes are the part that wears out the most, by dint of walking in them. And they come in all shapes and colors, comfortable and uncomfortable. Of fascinating and painful…. And even if it is a metaphor, at times, we should really take it literally, as I once did….

A long time ago, when I was still a young university student, I happened to know one of the most annoying representatives of the Y chromosome in my personal history.

Assigned to the same study group by a professor unaware of the abject being…

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“The sender”

If WHB sends us a message that we would define “so-so”, or simply “stupid” , we will always be able to find a nice shade to it, a nice twist or a profound justification; but if TPU is sending it, then not even quoting Shakespeare would be able to move us. He probably also tries hard, thinks about it, writes, deletes, rewrites it.

Through The Mirror

I have been thinking for a while that boys are divided into two general classes – within which we can obviously find different and varied nuances – That Poor Unfortunate (also called TPU) and the One Who Makes Us Beat The Heart (abbreviated as WHB).

We don’t like TPU.
WHB we do.

Easy and painless (more or less).

How to recognise them?

If WHB sends us a message that we would define “so-so”, or simply “stupid” , we will always be able to find a nice shade to it, a nice twist or a profound justification; but if TPU is sending it, then not even quoting Shakespeare would be able to move us. He probably also tries hard, thinks about it, writes, deletes, rewrites it. He could make up the most varied excuses just to get in touch with us. But nothing. He would not be able to  move us…

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“Art, Men, Cream cake and Donuts”

<Wait. Before starting it, go buy some sweets, possibly donuts>, my mother suggests to me as she browse the pages of a book.

I glared a bit, if anything I would have expected she recommend an ice with that suffocating heat, but she smiles at me <trust me>.

And I trust her.

Through The Mirror

“If you can’t be a good example, you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.”[1]

Fresh, silky, fun, engaging and enveloping, passionate and fluent”, these were the adjectives associated with the novel by those who had already read it, and which prompted me to want to read it on a sunny and lazy June afternoon, while someone was already on vacation and I was struggling with the summer university exam session! Tired of studying on university books, I went to my parents’ library – which may seem they have a book store, but it’s not the case , they “only” have eight shelves full of novels of all kinds (still wondering how I became a bookaholic? Here is the answer!) – and I started looking for some titles that I hadn’t already read, a titanic but not impossible feat considering that 4 out of 4 family members read…

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“Are you friendzoning me?!?!”

Through The Mirror

Let’s speak out , the friend zone is a social evil that is advancing silently without mercy . It has indiscriminately hit men and women, adults and teenagers, reality and fiction, and the symptoms are different and therefore recognising them is very very difficult.
For those who do not know what the friend zone is, let me enlighten you:

tumblr_mw3582lbxw1t09u03o3_500-1424891256Like exponential diffusion, it is difficult to recognize. This is mainly because the communication between men and women has always been complex, no one has yet managed to encode a language that translates immediately from “female” to “male” and vice versa; communication in writing, as happens more and more often with social media (fb or twitter) or with the old dear sms, whatsapp and email, between the two sexes is risky .

9c3d7c37-637c-4721-ad7a-386d03119c50In the era of globalisation, it is increasingly more common to exchange contact details with foreign people and…

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“That time I found myself engaged …”

It has happened to everyone (I guest, at least) in life to have a partner saddle up despite there being categorically nothing tender. The reasons are the most varied, from the most logical: you are very friends and others misunderstand; to the most absurd: that person likes someone who, to justify his failure, convinces himself … Continua a leggere “That time I found myself engaged …”

“Pirožki, Jail and Freedom”

“If you have pirožki in your bag, it means you are not alone. Someone loves you. " Red's Pirožki(the recipe is taken from an Expo 2015 recipe book) Ingredients for the dough (dose for about 50 pirozki) -1 kg of flour-250 ml of semi-skimmed milk-35 gr of yeast-2 eggs-150 grams of sugar-1 sales teaspoon-200 gr … Continua a leggere “Pirožki, Jail and Freedom”

“The sender”

I have been thinking for a while that boys are divided into two general classes - within which we can obviously find different and varied nuances - That Poor Unfortunate (also called TPU) and the One Who Makes Us Beat The Heart (abbreviated as WHB). We don't like TPU. WHB we do. Easy and painless … Continua a leggere “The sender”

“The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part III

  Previosly: “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part I, “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part II The important stages. So first kiss. First I love you. First time.   First time. Omg how vague we are. What an insurmountable taboo. "First time". The first time of what … Continua a leggere “The First Love is never forgotten… ( but which?)” – part III