A building for a hat ....

Who has not heard of the caryatids at the porch of the Erechtheum? Six lonely figures on the timeless Acropolis of Athens. Looking forward, in silence, waiting for someone to dismiss them from their task of hoding the heavy roof ...

Those in the know, and sadly I can't count myself among them, think that the first caryatids were priestesses of Artemis at Caryae. They probably had names, a real life. However, over 2000 years of history has brought them to us as pillars in a antique building. And after so many years, we have forgotten the person they were one day, and all we know are their circumstances.

I hope that, years from now, someone will remember me for who I am ... but what an ambitious mission in life!

Life in the morning is bizarre ...

.... when you first wake up and you open your eyes to a different world. A world of mist and wonder that lasts only the time between the first and the second blink of an eye. A world in between your dreams and reality. A world where your memories and your dreams mix in your confused mind.

I woke up today and I thought I was in Venice. In a small and cosy hotel, by one of the many canals and in a huge bed! I could almost hear the noise of gondolieri out of the window, talking about the so many tourists and the too few clients. And I think I even smelt the strong aroma of fresh coffee awaiting me patiently to quick-start my day!

But it was all but gone by the time I blinked my eye for the second time. And all I have now is a vague memory of such a misty world.