May 28, 2022 | Rome, Italy
Apulian Days 2019-12-28T23:25:12+01:00

Apulian Days

How fragile we are

By | January 26th, 2021|

From the very start of the COVID-19 pandemic, there were hints in the press and suspicion in the medical community that the virus might find a nest not only in [...]

The sands of time

By | October 25th, 2020|

Light rain had fallen for most of a virtually sleepless stormy night a few weeks ago. I got up around 6 a.m., when the south-easterly sirocco gale that had blown [...]

One father’s war

By | September 24th, 2020|

This I know: the picture was taken in 1941 by a Rome street photographer while roaming through the city's famous Piazza Navona, a tourist attraction before and after World War [...]

And the rabbi came

By | August 21st, 2020|

Toward the end of June 1990, I drove to the top of the Serra di Spigolizzi, in Salento, to visit two dear friends, the Flemish sculptor Norman Mommens and his [...]

Faking it with glee

By | May 24th, 2020|

The spreading of manipulated information has been a constant throughout most of human history. Now, however, in the social media era, it appears to have reached its zenith. Consciously or [...]

No place left but up

By | March 30th, 2020|

Reading some of the international press coverage of the coronavirus pandemic, one can come across any number of diverging opinions. Some authors and columnists disagree with the virus containment measures [...]

Author
Aldo Magagnino was born in Alezio (Apulia). After a career as a teacher of English he now works fulltime as a literary translator. He now lives in the Apulian town of Presicce, a few miles from Santa Maria di Leuca, land’s end of the Italian boot, with his wife, two dogs and a variable number of cats.

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