160 seconds look back to some 2018 highlights. Happy new year!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,900 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
Don’t take this post too serious. I’m friend of all mankind (except of politicians). My German and Swiss friends, don’t be afraid, I love you. But sorry, I’m against your national football teams. Here is why. Continue reading “Why I support any team playing against Germany or Switzerland”
You may have read about our little adventure this summer.
In September 2012 I arrived in Switzerland with my family and was lucky enough to find an apartment close to Zurich. It’s a nightmare finding a place for rent, at least in this area of Switzerland.
So, this is for making an official announcement to all my friends around the world:
Ragazzi, I now live in Switzerland. Don’t share status updates about how you are enjoying Zurich without having sent me a short notice about your arrival. I’m not very flexible due to family and job, but let me at least try to catch up with your for a coffee.
Said that, I’m glad that I’ve started blogging again. There are a lot of tales to tell about a crazy autumn, about my new role of Social Media Manager and our new plans to relocate (don’t worry, this time it’s just crossing the street).
Few weeks ago my son asked me:
Is this our home?
No, this is only a hotel.
Where is our home?
We don’t have a home yet.
I wanna go home.
I’m working on it.
Final days of Gipsy life!
I’ve found a home for my family. In Switzerland nearby Zurich. Close to the place where I spent my childhood. In two weeks my eldest son will start the Swiss kindergarten.
Switzerland we’re coming.
Roots in Sicily, born in Switzerland, felt in love in Berlin, got married in Mikulov. My three kids were born in Monza. June 1st, 2012 me and my family left Monza and our apartment where we stayed for 3 years without further alternative than a hotel room booked for 2 weeks.
This blog starts with a relocation. The word relocation may not be appropriate as there is no “re” in our story. We moved out, stored our stuff in a self storage box and left Monza for a 2 weeks holiday by the seaside. We means me, my wife and our 3 kids. Are we crazy? We must be somehow. Continue reading “Relocation Tale”