This supposed to be just a blog post about a happy day in my own city Florence. Unfortunately after the terrible things that happened in the Center of Italy, and I am talking about the human loss and terrible disasters that hit my beautiful country caused by earthquakes, is very hard to act normal. Nothing will be the same. I feel so deeply said about this.
My Sunday also won’t be the same Sunday. When I’ll put the first steps into the church my mind will fly to “them”.
My prayers will go to all the families that lost their loved ones, their belongings and their homes.
Since I was very small, I used to sat next to my parents to watch them work . In silence I always tried to imitate them in the things they were doing. I was fascinated by their work full of drawings , flints of all shapes and a thousand colors .