Lost writing

I have set an alarm clock, an alarm in my cell phone, an alarm in my computer, but is useless. When I have a good idea and I’m writing there…

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A box full of soil

It was a treasure my father kept with a lot of care. Always at hand, always safe. A box. A simple little brown sealed box looking very old and cheap….

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Only if it’s necessary

I avoid confrontation. But because of my job as a journalist, for a long time I had to confront people and face pressures of all kinds because it was necessary….

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The Wall

The Wall. It was April 1968. I was nine years old. The Wall was seven. I just arrived to Berlin with my parents. I was deeply impressed with what I…

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Facebook and freedom of speech

  I think that if Facebook has some guidelines on hate speech and violent imagery it’s its duty to enforce them or renounce to have them and announce that to…

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Rock and roll in the dark

I can hear him snoring. Or sort of. It sounds funny. Not the usual labored snore, but something light and soft and continuous. Maybe he is feeling better tonight. I’m…

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A photoblog

If you could switch blogs with any blogger for a week, with whom would you switch and why? I would switch my blog with a photo blogger. That would mean…

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A Real Live Universal Compatible Translator

We have a lot of things and technologies to communicate but thousands of languages to misunderstand each other. I think each language is a precious cultural heritage to its people…

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The elevator

Daily Prompt: Elevator. We were coming back home from school, my baby sister and I. We opened the main door and took the elevator and suddenly a strange man came…

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