Journal
Down Memory Lane
I left Florence with my mother when I was three years old. Destiny wanted me to grow up in Germany and live in Berlin for a few decades. Every year I spent several weeks in the cradle of the Renaissance to see my Florentine father and grandparents.
It All Started With a Song
Everyone remembers where they were and what they were doing at pivotal moments of their life. The first kiss, acing the admission test, receiving unexpected news. I have a vivid memory of when the lockdown began: I was still in bed, waking up surrounded by soft light, listening to the morning birds while halfheartedly skimming through the news on my phone. And suddenly time froze in stunned bewilderment. It was really happening – no one would be leaving home for the foreseeable future.