Ankara, the capital of Turkey
“YYYesss..just some yoghurt will be ok..believe me. All right! I will also try a biscuit, thank you. Please, yes, more coffee, I promise it
Autumn night in Ankara
Una distesa arida e secca, sembra una piana lunare Ankara, la capitale di Turchia, mentre atterro nel buio di novembre. A dry, arid expanse,
In the recondite nest of Montenegro
I am on the Boka Kotorska Bay, on top of a steep rise that allows me to dominate it while noticing its various inlets,
The Valley of Khalil Gibran
Pity for the nation full of belief but empty of religion Pity the nation that wears clothes it has not woven, eats bread it
On the vastness of the Baalbek Temple
1.30 p.m., Beeka Valley ‘And now…our 2017 Reserve du Couvent red!’. One after the other, we had tasted the signature bottles of the iconic
Heading south, to Tyre and Sidon
ore 12.30, Cafè Cortado – Gemmayzeh 12.30 p.m., Café Cortado – Gemmayzeh I was reading the pages of L’Orient-le Jour, convinced I was brushing
Hitchhiking at Phoenicians, in Byblos
“You just have to go down to the old car park by that shortcut, it is not very intuitive, but if you follow my
From Hamra to the basterma of Bourj Hammoud
I once read an article about Hamra quarter, the magic venue of the Lebanese intellectual and cultural activity between 1960 and 1970. Hamra Street
Beirut across the Green Line
“Manouche?!” “How don’t you know it? It is a religion here in Lebanon.” That’s how the bartender exclaimed at Café Em Nazih within our
Dreaming Beirut
“By the way, my name is Hassan”. I wanted to land sitting by the window, as I hope to do every time I reach
In the holy oblivion of David Gareja
Every day at 11 o’clock, the only private company that takes visitors to David Gareja, the ‘Gareji Line’, leaves from Freedom Square. I had
To the unpronounceable Mtskheta, the Holy City
The itinerary was supposed to start from Tbilisi, I would have rented a car, perhaps one of those rickety jeeps that the online catalogues