Il caffè era appena sceso, forte come solo quello italiano sa essere, e la giornata si preannunciava come tante altre, fatta di scartoffie e scadenze. Era un martedì mattina, ricordo bene, e fuori pioveva a dirotto. L'umore era un po' grigio, come il cielo sopra Milano. Poi, qu

The rain was lashing against my window, a typical Tuesday night in Sydney. My flatmate, bless her soul, was attempting to learn the ukulele, and honestly, the discordant twangs were doing my head in. I needed a distraction, something to pull me away from the endless cycle of work-eat-sleep. That'

Pewnego deszczowego wtorkowego wieczoru, kiedy za oknem szala?a burza, a mój kot, Puszek, leniwie wylegiwa? si? na parapecie, poczu?em, ?e potrzebuj? czego?, co oderwie mnie od monotonii codzienno?ci. Praca zdalna to b?ogos?awie?stwo, ale czasem brakuje w niej dreszczyku emocji. W?a?nie wtedy