The shower

Sunday, it was the 10th August and – as you know –  on 10th August night you are likely to see a great number of meteors in the night sky. It’s the night of falling stars!

The Perseids are a prolific meteor shower associated with the comet Swift–Tuttle. The Perseids are so-called because the point from which they appear to come, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Perseus. The name derives in part from the word Perseides a term found in Greek mythology referring to the sons of Perseus.

By the way, a “falling star” has nothing at all to do with a star! These amazing streaks of light are caused by tiny bits of dust and rock called meteoroids falling into the Earth’s atmosphere and burning up. The short-lived trail of light the burning meteoroid produces is called a meteor. Meteors are commonly called falling stars…

Well, on Sunday I went outside with some friends to find a good place to watch the falling stars. We reached a cosy clearing, alongside the river called Orco. It was very dark and we could hear only the water-flowing. We sat on the ground, looking up to the sky.

Some Catholics refer to the Perseids as the “tears of Saint Lawrence”, since 10 August is the date of that saint’s martyrdom.

At a certain time, something poured on my face (anyway, there were  no birds flying over my head…).  You have to know that in Italy we call the night of 10th August as the “Saint Lawrence’s tears Day”.  However, it would be absurd that it was a tear of the Saint! Suddenly, a second drop came down, then a third one… In few minutes, it began a shower of water and the sky got very dark: it’s raining!

Unfortunately, it kept raining all night long. As the sky was covered, nobody in my town could enjoy the meteor shower, but definitely we had a shower!

10th August

The outfit of the Independent Living

Changing the colour of hair is a SMArt way to feel restored! 


With origins in the U.S. civil rights and consumer movements of the late 1960s, the Independent Living Movement grew out of the Disability Rights Movement, which began in the 1960s.

Living independently, having the chance to control and self-determine my life, is very important.  I can choose to go outside with my friends, to travel, to do shopping… and I can also choose to go to the hairdresser to colour my hair. Most of you might believe it’s an unimportant thing, but try to imagine how much difficult it would be your days if you couldn’t live autonomously. And try to figure how much sad would be your life if you weren’t considered as citizens as the other people, or if the rights that the other citizens take for granted were not guaranteed to you, and if you had not the same degree of freedom in every day life… What are you feeling now?



This is why you MUST always claim the right to independence, even if you are not on a wheelchair like me!

Well, do you like my new outfit? Before answering “NO”, you must know that your IP address is traceable! 😀 😛


What a mess!

Is there something – all over the world – more British than a cup of tea? I guess, no!

Well, I’m going to tell you about a very English mug and a tasteful blend of tea. This could be a serious post. However, as you know I’m an Italian and you would expect that I serve you a piece of pizza alongside the tea…

Continua a leggere What a mess!

A tasteful dinner

Last night we had a pakistani dinner in my home. It has been so long since someone cooked Pakistani food in my kitchen! As I hired a pakistani assistant for August (actually he is the substitute for my two personal assistants which are on holiday) I asked him to cook Biryani rice and then I invited some friends for dinner. So, in the morning I had gone to buy all ingredients for the recipe: tomatoes, basmati rice, ginger, lemons and onions as well. You know, I don’t like onions, but when I told it to Israr he was really astonished and he explained how much important they are in the pakistani recipes…so, I had to surrender and to put them on the shopping cart. “Ok, let’s go! We have all ingredients!” I was so excited! Unfortunately, I forgot to tell Israr that I hate garlic: do you imagine what means for a pakistani chef cooking without garlic? It’s like talking without miming for an Italian!

Continua a leggere A tasteful dinner

Generation 700 euros

Since I was a teenager I always dreamed to live alone, like most of the teenagers. However, this dream wouldn’t come true if the Piedmont Region, where I live, hadn’t initialized customized projects based on the Independent Living principles for people with severe disabilities.

In most countries, proponents of the Independent Living Movement claim preconceived notions contribute to negative attitudes towards people with disabilities, portraying them as sick, defective and deviant persons, as a burden for themselves and their families, dependent on other people’s charity.

So, I’ve been living my new life in my own home for two years. Holding in my hands, for the first time, the keys of the new house was great.

Although, very soon, I realized that I had got the keys because I had paid the rent before, and then I realized that they would have been mine as long as I pay for it. Then, after opening the door, I understood that it couldn’t be considered my home without connecting electricity, gas and water… Because you can feed the mind of ideals and passion, but body requires different kind of food. Mostly mine, that after opening the eyes on the ceiling bangs the drums for sugar and caffeine…It doesn’t care about ideals and flights of fancy.

Continua a leggere Generation 700 euros

Independent Living: more than a philosophy!

Today is rainy so I’m going to spend some time telling you about myself and my independent life (later I probably will go to a local pastry shop to drink a tea with some cookies…). This is my first post in English, so please forgive my mistakes!Tania

the Independent Living Movement grew out of the Disability Rights Movement, which began in the 1960s.

As you probably know, I’m Italian and I live in a small village not too far from Turin. I’ve been living alone for two years, since I went to live in the city center of Turin with a Pakistani boy who was a student of the Polytechnic of Turin. We lived together for six months, in a small house behind the University. I can remember the smell of spices and tobacco inside the house, and the tasty dishes that he used to cook…I loved the Pakistani recipes, even if the first time I tasted a dish called Quorma prepared with a spicy sauce and chili, it set fire to my mouth as if someone had struck a match on my tongue!

Continua a leggere Independent Living: more than a philosophy!

a SMArt way

When I woke up in the morning,  a pure blue sky stretched away to the horizon, so I chose to have a brief trip. I remembered a cosy garden in a small village not to far from my home…

Stamani al risveglio ho aperto gli occhi su un cielo limpido che invitava a una gita infrasettimanale. Gli impegni della giornata erano pochi, così ho deciso – prima di impugnare lo spazzolino da denti e con la pancia chiassosa come un’imbonitrice ringalluzzita dai profumi della colazione – che avrei trascorso un paio d’ore in mezzo alla natura, durante la pausa pranzo.

Non avrei avuto tempo a sufficienza per allontanarmi troppo e d’altra parte nelle mie tasche il vento spazzava la sabbia del deserto, perciò quella di oggi avrebbe dovuto essere una meta facilmente raggiungibile. Mi sono, quindi, ricordata di uno spazio verde poco distante dalla località canavesana in cui vivo, un parco di modeste dimensioni situato alla periferia di Favria.

I reached the garden at 1.00 pm o’clock, but I noticed that the entrance has been closed by a turnstile gate… I couldn’t pass through this gate with my wheelchair! I had to find a solution…

Alle 13.00 in punto, la mia assistente ed io eravamo di fronte all’ingresso del parco. E lì, nell’esatta posizione in cui ci trovavamo – metro più, metro meno – abbiamo fatto la cruciale scoperta. Continua a leggere a SMArt way