Archive August 2010

Eat, drink and merry be 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I’m writing you from fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada, the Entertainment Capital of the World, Sin City, i.e. an oasis of sorts in the middle of the desert. We’re staying in a suite at Bally’s. It’s a big room, almost as large as our apartment in Rome. We’ve been here since Monday and leave tomorrow and that’s enough for me. After all, I’ve been here about 55 times, literally. continue reading »

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Forget the floating device 0

Dear Bradshaw,

We arrived in California last Wednesday, nothing to it but twelve and a half hours on the airplane. Which means I got on the plane, read for as long as I could stand it, wrote on my computer until the battery ran out, watched the only two movies worth watching (La Ciociara by De Sica and The Concert by Mihaileanu), slept as long as humanly possible in the upright position and then, after waking, looked up at the flight map and saw that I had five more hours to go. continue reading »

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A crack in the wood 0

Dear Bradshaw,

We spent the weekend in Sabaudia. Whenever we get there we have to clear the patio furniture out of the living room and then set up everything outside, which means moving the table, chairs, cushions, and the huge-and-heavy umbrella. Only problem this time was that the umbrella was infested with wasps. So it was a delicate operation, demanding both caution and courage, especially because I’m me. continue reading »

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Checker champion of the world 0

Dear Bradshaw,

I was sitting on bus 492, waiting for the driver to return from his break and then transport me to my three o’clock lesson near Piazza Navona. I had just opened my book and started to read when someone in the seat behind me asked, “How long has the bus been here?”

I turned to face a chubby guy wearing a Superman T-shirt and thick-rimmed glasses. He was in his late twenties and had cropped brown hair and a constellation of zits spotting his cheeks and chin.

“About five minutes,” I said, and then continued reading, but he tapped me on the shoulder and I turned around again. continue reading »

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