Insulting People the Italian Way

Lately after work, Max, a female colleague of us and I were leaving the school together. She had already gotten her bike from the storage place, but Max was struggling with his one. It had gotten stuck on the hook from which it was hanging down. Eventually, she couldn’t endure watching him fiddling anymore and helped him…

Chinatown

As a Chinese speaking person who can actually tell Chinese and Japanese tourists apart, I do have to admit that Chinese people seem to have infiltrated even the most remote places on this planet. In Milan, there’s even more Chinese people than elsewhere. I don’t exactly know why, but there seems to be a whole history of…

Monumental Rest

Some of the most famous Italians rest here, at Milan’s Cimitero Monumentale. It’s enormous, very much like a huge park in which the paths are lined by big mausoleums and ornate monuments. The most renowned deceased lie in the Hall of Fame which – together with two galleries -marks the entrance to the cemetery. We spent a…

Dog Power and Cigarettes

I took off one afternoon to be able to spend more time with Wim so we headed to the park to have food and enjoy the spring sun. Munching on our Piadine (Italian wraps), we observed the Milanese strolling around, taking a break from their probably stressful lives. I was particularly intrigued by this dog…