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Quando scrivere è arte

‘Col tramontar del sole il vento si era calmato. La notte era tranquilla e fresca. Verso mezzanotte le voci cominciarono a chetarsi; un gallo cantò; dietro ai tigli si mostrò la luna piena; si levò una bianca e fresca nebbia fatta di rugiada, e sul villaggio e sulla casa regnò il silenzio.’

L. Tolstòj, Guerra e Pace, Libro Terzo, Capitolo XII

The story continues…

I find it nice to re-read books I have read when I was in my teens. So, here I am back to War and Peace. Almost to the end of book 1. I have the memories of when I read the book maybe 20-25 years ago. The memories have blurred with the passing of time. Re-reading the book is discovering it anew.

It’s 1809. The Rostov family has moved temporarily to St Petersburg. The whole family attend the grand ball hosted by a noble man on New Years which has a guest of honor the Emperor Alexander I.

It is the first grand ball of Nataša Rostov. There she meets again Prince Andréj Bolkonsky who is struck by her beauty, falls in love with her and decides to ask her hand. He consult with his long time friend Pierre Bezuchov who tells prince Andéj to follows his feelings. Nataša notices also Pierre at the grand ball.

Prince Andréj asks his father, Prince Nikolai Andreich Bolkonsky, permission to meet Nataša’s father and ask the hand of his daughter. Prince Andréj’s father is not happy about his son’s proposition and gives his permission under the conditions that his son would wait one year before marrying Nataša. He tells him to leave the country. Travel to Europe. If in one year, his and Nataša’s feelings have not changed they would then marry.

Prince Andréj is re-born. He feels life, love, compassion which he thought he had lost and goes to the Rostovs to ask to marry Nataša. Permission is granted. Nataša accepts as well and feel the join for the love towards him and the sandees for his imminent departure.

The story continues …

London tube

Baker Street, 2018

It was late that night. He opened the Tube app to check until what time the trains were running. There was still time. Few more trains before they would shut the doors of the stations until the early morning.  He had to change train in Baker Street and walked slowly to the platform.  A train had just stopped but he did not rush. He had his headphones on and had stumbled upon an interview on BBC Ulster. The host was interviewing Ciara O’Neill. They were speaking about her new album. They were talking and his mind rushed back to memories of living in Scotland, to a trip he took in Ireland (though not Northern Ireland) many many years before. He remembered the winters up in the north. The strong winds. The waves in the ocean. The rain. The hills. The daily runs along the river. The warm pubs. All that came back in a matter of seconds and the distance to the train changed and there was no need to rush anymore. He listened to their nice Irish accent and then she sang one of the new songs. He thoughts about her courage to pursue her dream and become a songwriter up there in Northern Ireland and, for a moment, in Baker Street’s tube station as well.

Winter Wonderland Series

Winter wonderland series / 8

The barn, 2019

The wind was blowing strong the day we took this walk. The radio and the weather apps where informing about this big snow storm coming which would touch more than half of Finland. People were advised to stay in for the night and the early hours of the following day. We had few hours of light and went for a walk in the countryside. The light was grey. The wind was carrying dry snow which made the air seems a bit foggy. It was not possible to take a tack sharp picture. The road followed the up and downs of the fields and its sides were one with the field nearby. The ditch that usually separates this road from the fields had disappeared under the snow. Then we saw this barn near a farm. People live here. Farmers own this land. I stopped for a second in the middle of the road. Listen to the wind. I thought about the life of those living here. How do these farmers cope with the long winter? How do they manage their farm and income? How far do their kids have to go to get to school? What do they think when they look outside the windows of their homes? I took this photograph as the cold wind from the east was taking my thoughts away with it. I put my hand in the pockets of my jacket to warm them and walked back to the cottage facing the wind.

Winter wonderland series / 3

Winter wonderland, 2019

Another photograph from Eastern Finland for the Winter Wonderland Series. I have few more to post. I will see how far I can go with these.

Pyhäjärvi is large lake in Eastern Finland. You can follow it going east and you will end up in Russia after passing the island of Havukkasaari. I think the landscape on the other side of the border it pretty similar to the one on this side of the border. Water. Ice in winter. Island. The line fo the forest at designing the horizon. At the same time, it seems to me that Russia is very far away. Almost unreachable. Unknowable.

Winter wonderland series / 2

Meditating, 2018

A large lake. Frozen landscape. The sky promising more snow. No cars. No roads. Only the sound of the wind


Shortcut, 2018

Today I thought about last summer. One night when we came back home. The usual bus stop. The usual shortcut to get home. Something was different: it was the end of a nice and hot summer. There was a different smell in the air. Soon the leaved would turn to yellow and orange and make way to autumn.


In the age of fiberoptics and super fast connectivity it is still possible to find these old copper cables radiating from an old wooden pole.

Brighton, 2018

Development with the help of Buddhist pagodas

Between 2001 and 2005 I lived with my family in Kampong Thom, in central Cambodia. It was my first long term project  abroad. I worked a lot in pagodas and with pagoda community committees and learned a lot about how these groups can help their communities and about the recent history of Cambodia. I am greatly indebted to all the people I met during those years in the pagodas of the province of Kampong Thom

Meeting in a pagoda
Meeting in a pagoda
Preparing the monks’ lunch
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