Category: Anthropology
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8. The Landscape We Do Not Question
Ogni mattina potrei affacciarmi alla finestra e guardare ciò che mi circonda. Palazzi, strade, automobili, semafori, negozi, cartelloni pubblicitari, balconi con piante in vaso, antenne, condizionatori. È tutto lì, davanti ai miei occhi, e io lo riconosco immediatamente. Non devo interpretarlo: l’ho già imparato.So cosa è “una strada”, cosa è “un palazzo”, cosa è “un quartiere”. So…
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6. La dipendenza dell’indipendenza
At nineteen, Marta had no doubts: she wanted to live on her own. It wasn’t a whim, but the natural desire for independence — a room of her own, her own rules, no one checking if she came home late or skipped dinner. The idea of closing the door behind her and knowing that small space was...
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4. Il tempo rotto
Once upon a time, there was a time that returned. It returned with the seasons, with the winds, with the seeds. It returned as questions return, as dreams do, as wrinkles do. It did not ask to be spared, nor invested. It gave itself, it opened, it played along. Then came the man of the machine, and he put wheels on time. It was sliced into even pieces. Each slice a task...
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1. C’era una volta…
What if we raised a child to believe the world was like a fairytale: populated by dragons, with clouds made of cotton candy and trees ready to hand out ice cream in exchange for water and honey? A child raised in such a way would build a vivid expectation of what awaited them—especially if they also lived...