Tag: daniele frau

Japan in a capsule hotel

Capsule hotel! This is part 3, read first part 1 and part 2! It doesn’t take long to reach the small street where my hotel will host me for the night, but it’s long enough to make me feel lost. It isn’t the worst sensation ever, since I feel...

Japanese mimic people

Lost in metro This is part 2, read part 1 first! This time, I have an excuse, and a good one: I’m super tired, and in this metro, they write only in ancient Japanese writing. And as you can guess, I know about the Japanese language as Japanese people...

Kill the aliens!

The aliens matter “Gentlemen and ladies.” Started the Head. The whole Parliament got quiet at once, for curiosity more than out of simple fear or respect for him. You could listen only to the purring of the Head’s cat. “We are here reunited today to speak about the aliens’...

The Head and the Parliament

What the Head would say? “We shouldn’t have to check the news, first?” “Check, you said? Which news do you want to check?” “Come on, did you really believe that story about the explosion…” “Shush!” The two members of the Parliament seemed like two scared crows. They hide behind...

Please delete that message!

Can a message change everything? The woman seemed touched but this answer and jumped a bit behind on the chair; a few seconds later, she was back on track, ready to show one of her famous smiles. “So, what are you asking us? What do you want from us?”...

Interview with the alien

An interview, that’s all we need to know them Don’t think even for a moment that all of this went fast. No, the red button of fear needed to be touched softly and the fear to grow slowly inside you, like a flower or the grass in a garden....

The Explosion

A sudden explosion, like a shot That was a shot, a big crash. If you have never heard an explosion, it seems more like a shot, but its sound wraps you completely. Furthermore, the air flicks and the floor starts shaking terribly. You feel like a pawn, a lost...

Go back to the future, the fall

Only now, that I fall from the clouds, I understand the real meaning of my life. It isn’t just a shape, but it is a shape of life, alive, this fall. I’m a comet, a message, an epiphany that won’t ever be recorded in any storybooks. A fall from...

Handle the past with a glove

Maybe it’s confusing, with all those women and men falling down from the future and a Villa from where people in the past are ready to shoot them. A real story becomes unreal, a need changes into a request and propaganda colour in white and black all the shades...

The portrait

The first painting he sold. Did he sell a portrait? No, he didn’t sell anything. That was his wife job. He made a portrait, an array of futility and he hated it from the very beginning. He produced it reluctantly while his nose was bleeding, forgetting even to eat,...