Oggi ricordiamo
Kirjoitusharjoitus
Hei. Moi. Minun nimeni on Arnaldo. Olen Italialainen. Asuun Suomessa, Tampereella. Tulin Tampereelle kesäkuussa 2017. Tuulin perheen kanssa Indonesiasta.
Indonesia on tosi iso maa Aasiassa. Asuin Jakartassa, Indonesian pääkaupunki.
Mikä minä teen? Miksi asuin Indonesiassa?
Yliopistossa Italiassa opiskelin taloustiede. Sitten meni Skotlannissa, ja opiskelin kehitysmaiden taloustiede. Olen taloustieteilijä/ekonomisti ja työskentelen kehitysmaissa.
Teen tutkimusta ja konsultointa kehitysprojekteille.
Tramonta il 2023 – Sunset on 2023
It is the last sunset of 2023. It is cold. No clouds.
It is an early sunset this time of the year at 16:12. Never mind, the colours are nice, the air is crisp, the landscape seems in high definition.
2024 is just one sunrise away. Let’s hope it will bring more sense into this world. That wars will end. That hatred will be turned into acceptance and empathy.
There are so many problems we need to solve as one global community living on this planet and not as individual countries and enemies. Climate change, automation, and most of all, inequality.
Let’s hope 2024 will bring some of the answers we need.
Buon compleanno
Buon compleanno.
Un’immagine dell’inverno che stiamo attraversando.
Tanta neve. La campagna e i boschi che si sono addormentati e che si risveglieranno quando inizierà a fare un po’ più caldo.
A poco a poco la neve si scioglierà. Il ghiaccio nel lago se ne andrà per ultimo.
Questo albero resiste. È riuscito ad infilare le sue radici tra le fessure di questa pietra che dà sul lago.
In primavera germoglieranno alcune foglie. Si godranno il sole e il vento che annuncia la nuova stagione. Le radici riprenderanno a scavare nelle fessure che hanno trovato.
Come è arrivato quest’albero su questa pietra. Chissà che cosa ha portato il seme dal quale è germogliato.
Chissà da quanto tempo è qui.
Peaceful countryside
The path to the forest is covered by new snow. The steps from people who walked past have disappeared.
I make my way with the fresh snow reaching my knee. It is nice to start a new path that other people may follow until the next big snowfall.
The dog follows me. He avoids the snow in front which is too deep for him. I throw him some snowballs along the steps we have left behind. He runs in small jumps to reach where the snowball has fallen. He dives into the snow head and sniffs what is already melting.
I call him. I tell him he is a ‘good boy’. He looks up at me with approval.
We keep walking. On either side of the path the forest is silent. No wind. Not a sound when we stop walking.
Nature is asleep while it resists the winter months.
Introspection
I walk the usual path in the Arboretum park lost in my thoughts. The trees on my left. The lake on my right. My dog pulls following some scents under a thin layer of snow.
I can see the bend of the path about 100 meters ahead. I see the tree that has grown diagonally and not straight up. Maybe it was due to the winds or the soft soil at the edge of the water.
i see a person coming from the other direction and walking fast to that old tree. It is close to the sunset and the day is gray. From a distance I can see it is a young person, probably a man.
He walks to the tree and sits on the snow underneath it. He is facing the lake and holds his harms around his knees.
I walked there and he sat watching the lake in the twilight.
I get closer and I am now on the path behind him. He has a certain determination, sitting and looking at the lake as if he really wanted to get to this spot to think over something.
I took this photo while walking by. When I changed it to black and white the snow seemed to change into sand. This reminded me of a warmer time of the year and warmer far away places I have been.
Dots in the water
Looking up
I lace up my trekking boots, grab my walking stick, and give a quick whistle to the dog. He’s instantly in front of me, eagerly awaiting our walk in the forest.
As we enter the tree line at the edge of the clearing, I gaze down at the uneven terrain. The path here is barely discernible. It’s cluttered with stones, tangled roots, a carpet of fallen leaves, and soft, slightly frozen moss.
I take each step deliberately, moving cautiously as I find my rhythm.
The dog races ahead, his nose glued to the ground, enthralled by some elusive scent. I catch glimpses of him through the trees, darting in and out of view, his tail wagging vigorously as he tirelessly tries to recover the scent he momentarily lost.
As we ascend the ridge, the trees begin to space out, their separation increasing with the steepening slope. With every step, we’re climbing about 200 meters. At the ridge’s peak, the view of the lake unfolds and the vista stretches into the distance.
We come to a stop, and the sun emerges from behind the clouds. I gaze upward, surrounded by a circle of swaying trees. Their leaves rustle gently in the mild breeze.
This moment offers a fresh perspective on the ever-changing forest. It’s the same familiar woodland, yet from here, it appears transformed.
The horizon
L’Arte
Manzoni diceva che l’arte ha per scopo l’utile, per mezzo l’interessante e per oggetto il vero
Giuseppe Pontiggia