Author: Arnaldo Pellini

Dimitri and the cappuccino

Diary

I am walking towards the tube station. I pull my two pieces of luggage that follow smoothly on their small wheel. In front of the Italian bar with shiny metal round tables and mini skirt waitresses I see the Italian guy who did for me the three cappuccino yesterday morning. He recognizes me and says hi. I am not in a hurry so stop for a cappuccino. The morning a just a bit cloudy but […]

Snapshots

Diary

It is still light outside, even thought is past eight. Had a chicken tikka. Go for a walk towards the Thames. Find a small alley that brings to a tiny park behind the archbishop house. A signs says that the park was opened in 1901. Pater Gabriel sings Heroes, his voice just gets better as he gets solder.  A man sits alone on the a bench and reads a hardcover book. Red brick houses surround […]

The cost of reaching our dreams

Diary

What is the cost we pay when we reach our dream? Is there a cost? What do we do once a dream has become reality and is part of the past? A child is sitting in a dentist waiting room. He opens a magazines and reads that in NY they are planning to build the tallest buildings on earth: the World Trade Center. Those towers do not exist yet, but his dream is  and will […]

Paul Krugman on Soros back, in 1998

Quotes

Recently I found myself in not one but two meetings that also included George Soros, and I was inspired to furious intellectual effort. You see, I’m convinced it’s possible to construct a terrific palindrome centering on the famous investor’s reversible last name. Unfortunately, the best I’ve come up with so far is an imaginary conversation wherein I ask the great man what to make of the gyrations of Japan’s exchange rate, and he tells me […]

Three people in Athens

Diary

Tensions erupted in Athens during demonstrations against the economic measures that government needs to take in order receive financial assistance from the IMF and the EU. Three people have died in a bank that went on fire. Three people. Who is responsible for their deaths. The ones who attacked the bank and put it on fire? Yes, of course and they need to be found and secured to justice. But who else? The politicians who […]

Silence, it is night

Diary

A soft summer wind outside shakes the huge mango trees and the palms in our garden. It is past midnight and I cannot remember last time I have been so late up working on a paper and writing now in this blog. Headphones throwing ambient music from my iTune radio. Familiar sounds that accompany my home based work. For a second a felt like being back at the university, more precisely in Glasgow. Working on […]

H – Hotel Lobby

Diary

A Vietnamese woman in her mid thirty enters the lobby of the Horison Hotel in Ha Noi. She gives a quick glance to various groups of people gathered after breakfast. Most are men in dark gray suits, white shirts, laptop bags in their hands, ready for the day.  She finds the people she has come to meet at the left corner of the lobby and moves towards them. A woman about her age walk towards […]

Discovery

Diary

Night. Alone in my room in Dar es Salaam. Had nice dinner in the best Indian restaurant of the continent. Silence. The hooming of the a/c. Talk to myself. My mind in circles having conversations. My voice. The reply. The reply to the reply. Seeing myself running slowly at Oyster Bay at the sunset. Waves of the Indian Ocean. Philippines are in that direction. Silence. Only my voice talking to myself. I did not Skype […]