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.


Always be precise…

In front of the Cohanim, hearing the voices of those who ask G-d to blesa us, I can only ask that G-d protects always, in every moment and place, my children. May he grant them health,respect of G-d and love for His torah, success, happiness and good life mates. and so, repeating this prayer for infinite years and times, I could only hope that it will become true.  These are my feelings, when hearing that same ancient melody of the cohanim, the same softness of your hair, the same smell. As 19 years ago. Like a bird left to fly away becuase you know that there, in the sky, it will feel good and free, I have to rejoice sending you away. thinking of you in New York or Israel.  I need to smile thinking of you on the next year in this date, with G-d’s help, opening a prayer book in a different synagouge than ours. eating a soup with a different taste. you will be there. and I will be here. thanking G-d for having listened to my prayers and telling myself that sometimes, when you pray, you have to be more precise in your requests. so the next year I will add. Please G-d gite my children wonderful life mates. living at a maximum distance of a block away from my home…Thank you