Author: mc7858attitude

Subtraction

The real challenge of contemporary life is not to get more but rather less.

The emerging concern is to limit the invadence of things, of food, of noise.

For example: eating prefabricated cakes, the use of plastic cups, shopping during sales time or watching on TV meaningless programmes and over-loud advertisements.

The idea is to run this as a diet, taking note every day of the useless items avoided.

The day before yesterday I skipped a breakfast on an Iberia flight to Bruxelles (again?). It could also be possible to attribute points to each item (and that breakfast would have represent a very high score).

Zia Sitta

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Zia Sitta passed away today.
I will not be home for the funeral.
She was a milestone for my growing up and my sense of family, and it is an odd coincidence that she dies while I am in Venezuela repeating the travel that our grandgrandparents did at the end of the nineteenth century to build our house in Picerno.
I found here a missing part of our family and I’ve lost while here a crucial part of my family in Italy.
Zia Sitta was and is a nice company for small talks next to the fireplace and a supporting person for any kind of enterprise. I miss her already.

Appeal: give floors a chance


Coming back from Ivory Coast I brought with me some of the paintings I drew down there. Not master pieces, but meaningful (for myself, of course?).

As there was not any room to hang them on our few walls, I did place one of them by the entrance door, in the floor.

It was a good idea, I think, contributing some colour to the floor space (normally quite anonymous if not hideous) and some elements (just few of them) to allow people passing by (not a lot at the eleventh and last floor) to understand what kind of people is living there (here).

That’s why I am launching this appeal to every tenant: get brushes and canvases, paint anything you feel (better if colourful), set a nail on the community wall (beware of administrators) and enjoy every homecoming since.

Bye bye.

Balance

Apart from some money this last trip to Ivory Coast didn’t bring me anything worth of.
I did not meet many new people, the job was almost inexistent and no news on the MMM’AL side.
I practiced a bit of tennis (just a bit, and not exactly good tennis), and I got malaria. Totting up: balance is in red.
Lesson learned: consider more carefully the place and the job; not a simple exercise.
Possibly out of Africa: Asia, South America or Northern Europe, why not.