When an address smells of love….

I have a file from the last event I organized. There, some scattered, you can find all the names of those invited five years ago to our party. Name, address, confirmation. There are some people whom are not living in Milan anymore, becuase of their job or their studies. There are some people who moved. And their address is not the same anymore. I was reading the list hoping to find as much useful information as I could. And then suddenly, her name was there. So bright, so sweet, so full of taste of home. So smiling, so embracing, so smelling of tagliatelle with ragù and italian style artichoques. So linked to a past I’ve loved with all my heart. To those rainy milanese Sundays in which we were all forced to go there. Despite your friends, homework, studies and fun. To those difficult days in which the temperature outside was speaking of snow and I used to put all my little children, included the new baby of that period, in my car. Her name is flashing now on my screen. Reminding me that when we have the opportunity to give somebody our love, we don’t have to miss that chance. Nonna Alba, my grandmother is still with us, thanks to G-d. She is living in Israel now and I feel a hole in my heart when I pass in front of her house, here in Milan. Or when I bake the chocolate cake filling the air with the same smell she used to communicate us her love. I don’t need to send her any invitation. Becuase she is on a chair, waiting only for someone to come and kiss her when you happen beside her. I miss her so much. I think I will write her name on an envelope anyway. Just to feel her close to me now, in this precious time, during which I am living one of the most amazing adventures of my life. And just to remember, in any case, how it is important to learn and apreciate every single little detail, as an address written on an invitation envelope, containing the name of those whom you really love.


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  1. גאולה – קראתי את הבלוג שלך וטסתי 25 שנה אחורה בזמן, וזה היה כל כך כיף! הזיכרון שלי מאז הוא בעיקר הביקורים שעשינו בחופשת הקיץ בהרים ביחד עם סבא וסבתא והמשפחה שלכם, זה הזיכרון הכי הכי מתוק שיש לי ואת הצלחת להחזיר אותי לשם, תודה!!!
    אכן היו ימים.
    עכשיו שאת עומדת לחתן את שרה (רק לכתוב את השורות האלה, אני מרגיש ממש ממש זקן!) ומארגנת את הבר-מצוה של יוסי נשאר לי לאחל לכם שתזכו לכל האושר הנפלא שהקב”ה משרה עלינו – רק בשמחות.

  2. Anonymous

     /  November 14, 2011

    stupendo!!!mi sento noiosa che uso sempre gli stessi aggettivi, ma una cosa è sicura, tu non sei mai noiosa!!!


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