I don’t know what silence is, I said, while I am floating in the void. It looks like Paradise – however you call it – the place where we go afterwards, doesn’t…
Browsing Tag
Seafood
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I often enter my parents’ studios in search for “something”. It can be an old piece of wood, a pot of paint, some brushes – not necessarily made of marten or watercolor…
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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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“When I was your age, I’d a boat. It was a punt, you know, one of the most common boats in the lagoon. In Venice, everybody had one. I used to row…