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Aug 12 2011

The Munsters

What I find interesting is that the majority of people are afraid of being alone and feel safe when staying close to their families, but at the same time they become needier and more insecure after spending time with relatives and strong and comfortable when they stay away from them for extended periods of time. So, what exactly is it that makes people feel safe around relatives in the first place? And at what point does this change and we move onto the dangerous side? When do families switch from comforting and warm, to intimidating and spooky?

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Jun 22 2011

Don’t call me baby

How on earth did we find ourselves here again? Don’t we ever learn?…

This morning I had to find it in me to attend a friend’s piano performance. Not wanting to leave my cool flat and expose myself to this unbearable heat, I wore my lightest dress, put on my sunglasses to hide my miserable and bored-of-life face, and left the house together with my one and only friend: My big bottle of ice-cold water. When I arrived there, I did my best to act like there was nowhere else I wanted to be: ‘Hey, Christian!’, I said enthusiastically as I approached my friend. He immediately stopped me from hugging him using his hand, and smiled to the people around, awkwardly. ‘Hi, hi, good to see you made it. Listen, don’t start going around introducing yourself to people, hugging them, kissing them etc, ok? This is a serious music recital, these people are not here to join your comedy club, this not something to laugh about, this is art, ok’?

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Jun 14 2011

Faith no more

If a person has reached a certain age (anything older than five), then you should be able to trust that some things can go without saying. Right?

A few weeks now in Athens, a few weeks around the family, and we’re back to square one. ‘I’ll quickly park the car here and pop out to get a coffee’, my aunt said this morning, as she pulled over. Being really warm in the car, I asked her whether it would be ok if I got off for a while to get some fresh air. ‘I’ll go and sit under that tree in the shade until you come back; it’s way too hot in here’. She looked at me puzzled. ‘Yeah, fine, but you need to close the door behind you when you do’. I thought about it for a few seconds, trying to find the secret meaning of that phrase, but there wasn’t one. ‘Yes of course I will, it goes without saying’. She shook her head, a bit unsure. ‘I don’t know’… ‘What don’t you know? That I can think as far as closing the door and locking it behind me, when I leave the car’? She got off and walked away: ‘I’ve seen a lot in my life, I don’t know what to expect anymore’…

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Jun 09 2011

Everybody needs somebody to ask

I should just be honest with you: I don’t know what other people want to eat, drink or do, and I don’t really care. But since you care, you might as well ask them, see what they say. If you don’t want to do that, then better wait for them to come to you. But in no case should you ever involve me in this.

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May 30 2011

The curious case of Benjamin Button

I’ve got news for you: Even if you ever managed to get that sexy girl on the cover of the magazine, you would still in time turn her into a boring and mother-like figure that looks after you, so better just leave her on that magazine, where she looks better and is definitely having more fun.

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May 16 2011

I know what you did last summer

If you know, then why am I telling you?

This morning I was talking to Theo about something that was obviously not interesting enough for him. Fair enough, it wasn’t even very interesting to me, but I kept trying to maintain a conversation, so that we wouldn’t sit in absolute silence. But as his eyes slowly got lost looking at something else, I stopped talking for a few seconds, wanting to check whether he was at least hearing me. Turns out he wasn’t. ‘Ground control to Major Tom’? He nodded, having shut me out completely. ‘I know, I know’… ‘Do you?’, I insisted. He gave me a few more nods: ‘Yeah, I couldn’t agree more’. Being bothered by it, I asked him to tell me what I had said that he so much agreed on. ‘I heard you! I was listening’. ‘So then you can tell me. What was I saying’? He paused, trying to take himself back, to the most recent memory of me talking. ‘You said that you got annoyed by that comment that your friend made under your picture on Facebook’? I smiled, realising how bigger than I actually thought the problem really was. ‘I said that half an hour ago, Theo’. He looked around him, looking for the fire exit. ‘Oh… Didn’t you repeat it though, again, a bit later? I’m sure you did’…

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May 02 2011

Behind every annoying man there is an annoying woman

If you really want to make a difference, if you really want to change the world, then you’ve got to think big: How about becoming the first person ever that liked your son’s or brother’s girlfriend? Or, if you want to take it to extremes, how about becoming that first man that stands up for his girlfriend?

This morning I went to the usual Sunday’s outdoor market at Santa Croce, where I met a friend at the strawberries and cream stand. Both having bought our cups with strawberries, we sat on the steps of the church to eat them together. ‘I can’t be bothered with Mario anymore… I’m gonna finish it’, she said and I realised that just like that I had found myself in yet another break-up talk. ‘Why? What happened’? She shrugged and had a couple of strawberries. ‘The usual. What always happens. His family hates me’. I smiled, knowing exactly what she was talking about. ‘Let me guess. The mom and sister? And somehow the dad thinks you’re great’? She nodded. ‘Yep, same old story’… I thought about it for a second and then I decided it was too predictable to even let it surprise me. ‘Aren’t they tired of it? All these years, all these generations, aren’t they sick of sounding exactly the same’? She finished her strawberries. ‘Nope’. I accepted it, seeing she had proof. ‘And what does Mario say’? She tried to stop herself from laughing. ‘Eh… Nothing’?

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Apr 18 2011

Prodigal Son

What is worse, to have your parents expecting too much of you, or nothing at all? Is it better to be the prodigal son, or the other one, who, by the way, doesn’t even have a name?

This morning, after a long walk around the city, I sat in front of the Duomo to read my book and enjoy the sun. A family of four was sitting on the steps right next to me, and soon I found myself really interested in their conversation which concerned the future of the two kids. ‘Would you like to live in a place like this at some point later? Perhaps do a course here, or just come to learn the language? I think it could be a very good experience for you, what do you think?’, the mom said, and one of the two boys nodded, liking the idea. The other one, however, didn’t enjoy being shut out like that: ‘What about me? I’d love to do that too’! The parents looked at one another, trying to figure out the best way to deal with this small crisis that had arisen. The dad jumped in to help: ‘But you’re gonna do better things! You won’t have time to waste. You’ll be studying medicine and soon you’ll be my right hand at the hospital, helping me with everything. Saving people’s lives’! An awkward silence followed, during which the doctor-to-be boy wanted to kill his parents, right there, in the centre of Florence.

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Apr 08 2011

Blog, uncensored

This blog will not be censored. Unless… We can sort out some kind of an agreement.

Today I received a long e-mail from my grandma. Somewhere between telling me what I should eat and not eat and what type of exercise I should do, she dedicated a whole paragraph with things that she didn’t like and wanted different about this blog: ‘In these diary-articles you write so beautifully, you mention sugary, fattening types of food way too often for my liking. All these snacks and candy bars you promote are harmful, and this way of eating is not to be advertised. From now on I expect you to write more about healthy eating and the benefits of exercising. I expect you to use this blog in order to help people achieve a healthy, balanced lifestyle, and of course you should mention your opposition to doctors and mainstream medicine. Don’t be afraid to take sides and please make it clear that a healthy diet can save people from diseases and complications they would definitely like to avoid, in the future. Keep up the good work’.

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Feb 15 2011

Insanity is hereditary

Valentine’s Day came and went, and left me once again disliking men and their mothers.

This morning I went to my dance school to practice, and when I finished my class, I sat around at the studio for a while to chat with a couple of friends. ‘So what’s planned for love day, today?’, one of the girls asked. As Theo lives in Scotland, I thought I’d use that to act cool, and not tell them the truth, which is that he doesn’t give a shit about Valentine’s Day. ‘Ah, we always do something really big and amazing, but this year he’s away’… One of them jumped in to destroy me: ‘Aw… I bet you he’s coming to surprise you! I bet you he can’t last a whole Valentine’s Day away from you’! I felt sorry for her, so didn’t tell her that I was sure he’d be fine, and just sent the ball over to their corner: ‘What are you guys up to, tonight’?

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