La mia terra natale, il Salento, è il luogo in cui mi rifugio e in cui, ovviamente, mi sento completamente a riposo
If I could go back, and if I were a doctor, I would certainly have perfected my knowledge by delving deeper into Chinese medicine
I’ve just finished reading Tolstoy’s Hadji Murat, and what naturally comes to me after reading the final sentence — “And it is this death that was reminded to me by the crushed burdock in the middle o…
I finally finalized, although “finalized” is probably not the right word, since this is a project that will continue to grow, my own CRM/ERP system that supports the organization of my work.
We have decided to set off, on a flight from Yerevan, around Easter time, to go and see firsthand the state of affairs in these parts and report back to you on the most noteworthy aspects, now that th…
Also this year I took part in the long march from Republic Square to Tsitsernakaberd, the Armenian Genocide Memorial. On this page I share a few photos. In any case, today I developed and then joined…
I visited the church of Saint Hovhannes in the Pambak Mountains. It is located at 2,157 meters above sea level, and reaching it requires a good hike—made even more difficult in winter
I discovered an Armenian poet from Karabakh I hadn’t known before—his name is Vazgen Ohanjanian, better known by his pen name, Ovyan
Paul Klee reminded me of Tunisia, because he too was deeply fascinated by it, and it permanently changed his painting style and his temperament. In particular, during a trip to Kairouan he stated that…
To me, it is above all a refuge from vulgarity. And what is vulgarity? The celebration of individuality, of the ego, and of personality.