But Gaia, you tell me to come to England, but I, you have to understand, I’m of a certain age. I need, after I’ve eaten, to have a lie-down, to… … Continue reading You have to understand, I’m old now.
There is no word for a badante in English. It translates as a live-in care aide, or live-in nurse. Overwhelmingly female, overwhelmingly foreign; often mistrusted. … it wasn’t like it is … Continue reading Badanti- foreign carers in an ageing place
Gypsies: Duna Verde, 199(?) — 200(?) I have no idea what the current bogeymen of young Italian children are; they have no doubt moved with the times. When I was young it … Continue reading Of bogeymen and women
Viale Bulgaria, Milano, 2013 I’d spent that whole day plugging my 87-year old Nonna into the noughties. Wi-Fi set up, tablet charged, hand-written notes to explain how to navigate Skype; … Continue reading Welcome to the noughties
Milan is a deformed circle lying prone under a spiderweb of roads, radiating from countryside to centre. More grey than gracious, her smog spreads along the Padanian plains. Life is … Continue reading Start here: My Nonna’s Milan