Coffee Roots

This Sunday I came across an amazing exhibition in the centre of Torino, an open display of photographs dedicated to the origins of coffee, and moments in life related to drinking coffee. The fascinating thing is that the pictures are taken in the Middle East and Africa - Senegal, Syria, Lebanon, Kenya, Egypt and Turkey and present a culture with which we Europeans associate a bit uneasily.

The amazing thing is coffee here is preseted not only as a hot drink but a way of life, a phylosophy and a set of values. Living more than a year in Italy, I really started to appreciate it...No big words are needed I hope you enjoy the photos as much as I do...

Fabrizio de Andrè

Upon my return from Genova, I decided that I want to tell the story of my favourite Italian artist an singer - Fabrizio de Andrè( 1940-1999). Born in Genova but famous everywhere in Italy in my opinion he is a musician and a poet of enormous magnitude. His music ranges from medieval melodies, typical canzoni Italiane, jazz and ethno music. I more than passionately recommend his albums: Non al denaro, non all'amore né al cielo (Neither to gold, nor to love, nor to heaven), Volume 3 , and the compilation discs In direzione ostinata e contraria (volume 1 and 2).

He has a deep, low, mannish voice with a certain sort of sadness and no sign of fake or exaggerated emotions. But equal to his music are his powerful lyrics that talk about humanity, paradoxes and spirituality. Honestly, it's worth learning Italian just to be able to understand de Andrè.

Here is a song that I truly love Via del Campo and the translation in English below


GIRLS IN THE NARROW LANE (Via del Campo)

There's a girl in the narrow lane,
Her eyes, so big and green as leaves,
All the night long stands on the threshold,
Always off'ring you the same rose.

There's a beauty in the narrow lane,
Her lips, so pale as pale's a dewdrop,
Her eyes, so grey as grey's the pavement,.
Out of her steps, there come out flowers.

There's a whore in the narrow lane,
Her eyes, so big and green as leaves,
If you want her love, then you only
Have to gently take her by the hand.

You think you are going far away
She looks at you with a bright smile,
You won't believe that paradise
Is just upstairs at the first floor.

A fool goes to the narrow lane
To tell her, o, please, marry me!
To watch her going up the stairs
Till the balcony door is closed.

Laugh and love if love it does answer,
Cry aloud if it does not hear you,
Nothing grows out of precious diamonds,
Out of dung, the flowers do grow,

Nothing grows out of precious diamonds,
Out of dung, the flowers do grow.

Genova

This weekend I decided to do a small trip to Genova which is one of the major Italian ports and it is located to the South of Torino. To be 100% honest I didn't expect much - 2 hours in the historical centre, some photos and that's it. Well, it turned out that Genova is a fascinating city that matches the beauty of my beloved Torino (though it is much more Mediterranean and sea-like). I made more than 300 photos and I regret not having time to visit all the museums.

Genova is a perfect city to represent Italy - it's very old but still glamorous and you have the sun, the sea and you see everywhere open and solar people. As for sub-Alpine Torino which is more restrained and aristocratic, much closer to the French tradition, Genova is more Italian but bearing its own unique history and culture. From the old glorious days of the Republic of Genoa to the new modern city swimming into the New Economy. Genova isfamous for its stingy and tight-fisted people, the magnificent pesto sauce, the narrow and romantic streets and BIG SURPRISE..the word jeans actually comes from the name of the city actually pronounced genoese.

The famous pesto:


The outcome is a great weekend and some magnificent photos where I look like a 1st class mafioso (it just comes naturally...)
The famous narrow and claustrophobic steets of Genova:

A cute pic of an Italian backyard in the less touristc part of the city:

The Royal Palace:

Let there be cheese....

Boys and girls, I have been in Italy for 1 year and 2 months and I have never actually mentioned anything about cheese. In Italy there are more than 400 (the number is correct) types of cheese - issue is, concerning Italy's image and what people imagine cheese is squeezed between coffee, Mafia, wine and fashion and not so many people pay attention to it. And what a mistake it is...Italian cheeses are ....how should I put it more softly..they are AWESOME!!!

Starting with the hard, granular Parmigiano that can make the taste of your pasta Divine when you scrape some on the meal...

and continuing with Gorgonzola which the Queen of blue cheeses with it's intensive scent and salty taste that can make any breakfast a religious experience.

And of course Mozzarella. Yes, mozzarella, the same one for which kingdoms fell, heroes died and wars started..ehehe...a bit exaggerated but a fresh ball of mozzarella can make your day be it in a tomato salad or a pizza.

The world would not be the same without Ricotta. A tasty milky cloud of freshness that leaves you staggered upon tasting. Get a warm loaf of ciabatta and some ricotta and lock the door of your room so that no one can disturb you...and see you next year :)





Some other messengers of divinity are the numerous types of the cheeses Toma and Pecorino.They give a new meaning to the word sandwich.










That is it for now, I am going to lunch...Amin

Back from Paris

Ola la, here is my glorious return from the French capital. There I was - Boris (the "s" is silent) in Paris(another silent "s") for a kick-ass 4 days vacation in the city of love, lights, luxury, fashion, style,great-looking women, snobs, bitchy people, garlic, Champs-Élysées, Eiffel tower, Arc de Triomphe, Sacré-Cœur, Louvre, Moulin Rouge, Montmartre and....Paris Hilton(dear Lord, NO!!!)First of all - I'd like to thank all my friends who made my stay in Paris such a wonderful experience ...so thank you Christophe, Vyara, Ergen, Florent, Anna, Bjòrn, Ylva, Alex and of course you Mr Sarkozy (real pleasure talking to you and Carla) :)

So, let's start... How can someone describe Paris. For starters: IT'S BIG!!! Huge avenues, parks, buildings, which shelter the small romantic streets of the Latin Quarter and Montmartre. Paris is a city full of everything - culture, business, romantics, fashion, history. monuments....so much that it's scary. Someone once said "If you are tired of Paris, you are tired of life". I was tired all right, after 3 days of walking my feet hurt like hell but hey, I am still quite fond of living. Apart from playing the stupid tourist, running around taking pictures and then eventually reflecting upon what I saw, I spent a good deal of time meeting people and visiting places - some clubs, restaurants and night locales. So yes, I got a small glimpse of what Paris life is like and how Parisians live (or whatever they do)Of course I wouldn't be Boris if I don't bitch about it so there are some things that stuck me as unpleasant:
- Paris is not cheap, actually it's quite costy, prices are not low...I mean IT'S EXPENSIVE. Starting from transport, supermarkets, restaurants and the sky-rocketing housing rents. Not a really good place to be if you are poor.
- Apart from some nice elderly ladies that God sent to me to give me directions, I found most of Parisians a bit rude. They push each other in the metro, tend not to say "hello" (or bonjour in their case) and I spotted several people pissing in public places...and I thought that a specialty for Brussels (duh!). Anyway, that excludes my friends I met, just some random observation looking at the people on the streets.- It's quite claustrophobic and full of people - maybe I got too much used to quiet and stlylish Torino but crowds can be quite stressful. Honestly I don't have the impression it's an easy to live in city. And most night clubs don't have air-conditioning. HELLO, ANYONE, heard about the 21st century?
As usual pictures available HERE. There are few photos from me cause I believe if someone takes a picture of you, he is stealing your soul...right...I was mostly alone on my sightseeing.