Day 0

Dear R, My relationship with the Dolomites started 3 years ago. It was a summer when I admired them shyly. I was around them, exploring a little bit their colors, admiring their peaks and moonlight landscapes, coming back home with magazines and dreams. I kept dreaming of them and thinking at them from time to…

The umbrella

Dear R, One thing is clear. I dont like the umbrellas. (Even when it happens to arrive home completely wett).  Or maybe only some of them. I dont know not even one umbrella who resisted more than one rain in my hands.

The museum of my dreams

Dear R, I heard first time about d´Orsay museum while I was in High-School. Our French teacher introduced us to the fantastic world of the impressionist art and of all the treasures hidden in the museum hosted by an old train station. In Paris even a train station could look like a piece of art.

An Italian town in Slovenia

Dear R, Now when I am writing I am staying on a rock and bathing my feet in the cold springlike water of the Adriatic sea. I am in Piran, a small town situated at the end of the world, in Slovenia. If you did not hear people speaking Slovene on the streets you would…