‘And so, how did you all end up in Milan?’ ‘Ah, well. So, nonna was young and she was a beautiful woman, she started having men who were… hanging around. … Continue reading From small-holder to seamstress
‘So after my father come home from Conegliano, from the market, and he started feeling ill. Call the doctor. Pneumonia. We didn’t have the vaccine back then, capisci. So. Go … Continue reading The Owl and the Devil
So. Back to me. My father worked, you know, etcetera, and one Friday he goes to the market in Conegliano… well my father had got the mala…. that illness that … Continue reading The priests’ law.
Viale Bulgaria, Milano, 2013 – Nonna looked up from the dropped stitches – So, my father. We did alright you know, we had servants. Servants? Oh yes because… pick up … Continue reading That one, she’s in raptures
Viale Bulagria, Milano, 2013 She pauses, iron in hand, squinting at the brushed blue silk and its invisible tears. ‘You know I was only ten when they sent me to … Continue reading A stitch in time