The statue of Juan Maspalomas and the invisible heroes

The world is full of rocky homages to bankers, politicians, lawyers, soccer players, priests and other public figures. In 451 days of travelling I’ve…


They used to call me Pineapple

There are several ways of travelling and scarce ways of remaining in a nation’s conscience. But I did for more than 45 years. Here’s my story. They used…


Sunsets turn to grey: a tale of Southern Italy

It was another hellish summer day in Positano. The tourists boats were coming in since first hour in the morning. Not much had changed in town. On the way home…