Impetuoso, lieve, sconvolgente: è il vento che soffia senza requie sulle pendici del Rossarco, leggendaria, enigmatica altura a pochi chilometri dal mar Jonio. Il vento scuote gli olivi secolari e gli arbusti odorosi, ulula nel buio, canta di un antico s
It is Christmas Eve. Sitting on the steps of the village church in front of an enormous bonfire lit in celebration of the season, a father and his son exchange stories. The father speaks of life as an emigrant from Italy, in perpetual limbo between depart
Ask yourself: If there’s some small amount of evidence that your fears or limiting beliefs might come to pass, is the risk big enough to prevent you from going after your passion? Next
