Ah those holidays

The last days of the year, without the girls going to school have been pretty intense.

My folks came to visit, we had a nice walk around the city, besides Tati and I were recovering from fever and flu and cough all together.

I found that strange memorabilia spot from an unknown collector who expose his things in those glassed spaces shops usually use as reinforcement of their vitrines.

As for the rest, simple time home, drawing, watching cartoons, resting as much as possibile, preparing for the three days in the mountains.

So we managed to come up here even we almost the way to since I was sold the wrong bus tickets, so we took the train instead to Oulx (picture below) then two buses up the mountains.

Not as much snow as we wished but enough to have fun and consider it a great time.

So we hang out in nice places, right now everyone is sleeping (we woke up before 6).

 Tonight on the last evening of the old year we will have some grilled meat and tomorrow morning after breakfast we’re going for a walk in the wild and high snow. What a better way to start a new year?


Happy days, whatever the “but”

We had two strange days.

Tati started to have fever on Saturday afternoon, didn’t sleep until 3 in the morning, Bb got a gluten intoxication at lunch so at 4 in the morning she got badly sick.


We had a wonderful Christmas eve dinner in our little house with a lot of good sea food on our little table.

Let alone the night we woke up in harmony to unpack all the gifts the girls had received by Santa here at home (two rounds more tomorrow with all the gifts he left at the grandparents houses).

I wish everything had been perfect but with a sick toddler nothing was easy and we didn’t have a true Christmas lunch. But the girls were happy, no matter how down I may have been deep inside.

Still we had our traditional sicilian dish in the evening, everyone loved it, thanks to grandma for exact process.

We all slept so today we went for a little walk in the park.

I love parks in the winter.

So in the end?

It was an imperfect happy Christmas. 

Modernità – 1

Parallelamente alla lettura di Popper, e come leggera introduzione alla lista di lettura di critica alla modernità e al progresso ho riposato la mente con questo piccolo scritto di Turris.

Racchiude spunti interessanti quando si toglie di dosso la patina di una certa destra arrabbiata, frustrata dall’ondata liberale che ha travolto questo paese, come altri del Vecchio Continente, dagli anni 90. E benché capisca l’amarezza di vivere in un paese in cui nessuna destra reale si sia ricostruita dopo la caduta della DC, questo utilissimo e in certi punti molto fine saggio di ripresentazione del pensiero di Evola tra gli altri, applicato alla modernità di oggi, partenza di un nuovo ciclo di progresso come lo fu quello che diede vita alle riflessioni che esso cita, perde e si perde in invettive e sarcasmi contro “la Sinistra” e vi si ritrova a volte un qualunquismo politico.

Per me tutto parte dal dover togliere da filtro primario della nostra ottica sul mondo che ci circonda,quello dell’economia (capitalismo, sì, consumismo in alcuni casi). Il primo passo per passare attraverso questo eccesso di balzi in avanti, che non è più la modernità di Popper, scoperta e avanzamento ma al contrario stagnazione concettuale .

Tanti passi del libro discutono delle derive di Internet e dei social media, non ho molto da commentare, De Turris le affronta con la perfetta dose di critica e realismo.

Segue bellissimo passaggio sul come gli utenti di un social si erigono a critici e giudici di materia culturale.

Vi lascio con queste parole, sintesi assoluta di quello che una massa acritica diventa. Morta.


Of things I have this Christmas that I didn’t had the last one. 

A job that actually gives me money to live.

A job that is very satisfactory.

The security of a house I will not be forced to leave due to financial difficulties.

Enough gifts for my children under the Christmas tree.

The certainty of days of calm and quiet and complete relax ahead of me.

A lot of wonderful helping people met at my workplace.

A feeling of total emotional independence.

My family coming to visit in a few day and the prospective of a three days holiday for New Year’s eve.

The greatest love of all.

(My mom’s Christmas tree)

The magic in a kid’s eyes


We went to the Christmas village today, despite my usual stress about being in crowded places and how unsafe our good old Europe feels recently.

And we had a good time. But like a really good one. The girls got all excited and enjoyed every part of it.

It wasn’t commercial or anything, it was just all cute and believable El took it for completely real and she’s not easy to fool.

Going in the morning made it less crowded (by the end of the visit it was packed anyway). I love the idea of keeping the Christmas spirit in the house and our family life. 

I know, not the religious part of it but the concept of family and fraternity Christmas speaks about.

The dream. The dream of having an old man bringing presents to all the kids in the world. What’s more beautiful? Gifts without actual reason. Equality in receiving them.

This year is going to be different for us. We’re not traveling anywhere. We’re staying at home, just the three of us. I was genuinely too tired to engage in some 10 hours train trip back and forth in around 48hours. And I think we need exclusive time together, I work a lot, the girls go to school. Two days just for us, eating fish on Christmas eve, unwrapping presents on Sunday morning,drawing, playing, having homemade hot chocolate…

So. Have the greatest time of all with your family. The rest is nothing.

The red and the green

I just love Christmas. And Christmas decorations. I love the warm feeling they bring into any house.

I don’t have a big house. Nor a fancy one to be honest. But it’s the best I could have and it’s lovely, tho I’m constantly working on it.

Just today we started talking Christmas family organization. As much as I love to be with my mother and grandmother at that time of the year, I must also admit I’m tired. I need rest, sleep, very little stress. I’d also maybe like some solo time with my girls.

We’ll see what we will come up with. At the same time the end of the year will be spent in the mountains, surrounded by snow. As for doing something different and for the girls to see their dad, working up there.

Now I just want to start baking things and eat them with the girls along with some fresh milk with honey.

I understand the wish for change of today but don’t forget to look in the past to bring back to life festive spirit and harmony, commitment to the loved ones whether they’re close to you or far away.

Mon bien aimé,

À l’amour maudit qui est le notre et non pas à vous, je voudrais dédier ces quelques mots.

À lui qui m’accompagne, quand tombe la nuit et se lève le jour, immuable, ombre et lumière de mes instants.

À lui qui embaume mon âme de sa candeur, abri de mes heures qui éloigne  mélancolies et tristesses de mon esprit.

À lui qui me relève de mes trébuchements, qui me tend la main à chaque incertitude de ma raison.

Fidèle compagnon d’une vie entière, que la mort ne saurait dissoudre, qui me permet enfin de ne voyager plus seule à travers l’existence.

Voiliers & Burschenshaft

Sometimes you just happen to visit beautiful, strange, unexpected places.
Places that take you back in time by their aesthetic, their quiet, their somehow simplicity. 
Recently I’ve come to the idea there is a certain form of modern piracy in relaying on things past. It is not a stand against modernity in its whole but in its deregulated form. 
I am a progressist on certain matters and a traditionalist on others, for sure on human interactions. We lack codes, we lack education and honor, because yes, honor is still a value we often define wrongly. 

I’ve come across pirates these days and there’s something revolutionary about being one here and now. Modernism is a value as long as it is combined with true reliable progress, which doesn’t mean the rush and run forward without cognition of what (as individual, group, humanity) we are willing to archive through it.

Shipping. Life is just like shipping. You have to find the right ways with what’s on your hands to reach a place. And that place is a better world. Those days of travelling into piracy came to me in the middle of the reading of Popper’s “Auf der Suche nach einer besseren Welt”, which I will talk about in a later post of literature comparacy (subject: critic and deconstruction of modernity).

I like the idea of sharing something as trivial as a regional food plate just after talking about Popper. Because people are everything. From thinkers to eaters. And there’s nothing less important in feeding your body correctly than in feeding your brain.

“Earth may have its corrupt people, but I’ll lay down my life for the value it has.” – Captain Harlock 

Passing days

Those days has been pretty intense. 

On the optics of rationalizing our home, I’m making space, rearranging furniture, finding small spaces and interior solutions as well as getting rid of all things we don’t need.

The girls room had a restyling. A personal space for each and a toddler bed for Tati, at last.

And obviously I didn’t had any time to work on my wardrobe. I put all their stuff and home stuff in order but could not take a time for mine.

Well, next week end.

In the meantime school is reminding me Christmas is coming soon. 

Our tree will be a lot smaller but we are going to enjoy every part of making it.

Christmas kid’s art game is going strong around here.

Tomorrow I have El Elementary school meeting. I’m currently considering two different Montessori schools. We’ll see what I’ll like and eventually dislike about both of them. I’m staying positive that we will find a school that can fit that little high cognitive potential sweetie.

Meanwhile Tati