A long time ago, my favorite thing to do was take the subway to Times Square at any time of the day while undergoing a silent monologue on whether hot dogs from street vendors would sabotage my digestion or not. Although I suspected they'd turn out to be just as delicious as food from the [...]
Venice on Saturday was dozens of adorable tiny dogs, women in summer dresses and men in jackets, a particularly good cannolo (second in my life) from a random bakery, vaporetto stopping at the other side of the Giardini where we discovered the house with the number 1 (it has something to do with the military), calmness of Lido, ...
It's 2 AM. I've had one of those evenings that are hardly good for me, but from time to time I choose to indulge in them anyway. Without any intention to go to bed I stretch myself on the sofa, reading Smrt slovenske primadone (Death of Slovenian Primadonna) and wondering about the ending of her story. The pain in my stomach reminds me it's been more than half a day since I last had a meal. ...