|Link to Valentina’s post & The bowls you see are from The Freaky Raku | It’s a sunny morning and I am walking across the small roads of my village. The sun…
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Travel, WinterThe Invisible Cities: Strolling Around Chioggia And Having Some Fried Fish In A Paper Cone
For several days now, there has been a persistent thick fog here, both day and night. The landscape looks as if it has been covered with a blanket causing everything to seemingly…
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(*All the bowls and dishes on this post are ©TheFreakyRaku ceramics handmade by myself and Francesco. If you want to know more, read here. ) Any short story has its beginning and…
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From my kitchen window I can see the large and scratched wooden door of my parents’ studios. If the doors are open, through the big window pane, I can see my father’s…
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Where we are or how many kilometers separated us from the places of our roots does not matter. The places where we belong follow us forever. Our life story is deeply linked…