left the lake,
kept the moka.
five years with the same boy from the same town. one suitcase, one train, one tiny flat in Isola. the plan: prove to myself i can make it alone in milan — finish my degree, then build something of my own back on the lake.
Balance sheets, not tram maps
first in the family to study in milan. master's in economics, lectures at nine, library until they turn the lights off. i can read a balance sheet. the tram map, not yet.
Confident on camera, a disaster off it
can't cook (nonna rina's recipes, ruined weekly), gets lost on public transport, talks way too much when nervous.
Disciplined mornings, chaotic heart
6am alarm, coffee, notes, never skipped. love and money? i study one and fail at both. mamma mia.
The neighbour on the 4th floor
we keep meeting in the lift. that's all i'm saying here. the rest is in the stories.