The narrow streets of the old town
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My old hometown
‘What do you think?’, I asked. We had been for more then five minutes in the old piazza and she had not said a word.
We had got here at the right time. The sun setting. The marble facade of the Cathedral turning to a light pink/brown tint.
We walk a bit in the square. She took a deep breath and said: “It is nice to be back.”
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Forest walk
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Wings
The takeoff was smooth even though we had to climb through thick rainy clouds. The fields and trees on the ground disappeared very quickly. The clouds were very low. I looked outside the window and saw just fog. All of a sudden it all disappeared and we flew suspended over the clouds as the sun was setting.
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The future is today
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Modernity
You walk down the stairs from the old Central Post Office, in between the Kiasma museum. You turn the corner and the new Oodi library suddenly appears.
It reminds me of an old piece of wood that has travelled a long time, carried by waves and the currents across lakes and rivers and that has finally reached a shore where somebody has picked it up and brought it home.
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Windy Summer Night
Summer. Late night. The sun will not set. No clouds. The wind is blowing and pushes the waves.
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In transit
In transit at Terminal 1 in Singapore
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