“The bell rang: the whistle of the locomotive Lacerator of well built ears echoed under the attic of the Station; the doors of the carriages, one after another, loudly banging, they closed — and the convoy, floating with dull and labored breathing, set off for Livorno! “ It is well…

One day in October 1921, Benito Mussolini is still only one congressman among many. He has strong contrasts with Francesco Ciccotti Scozzese, a former comrade of the Socialist party and a former friend of him. Ciccotti was secretary of the Labronica Chamber of Labor in 1902. The two have constant…

From page 260 to page 263 of the Guide dedicated to central Italy, published in 1902 by the Treves brothers, we read about Livorno. There is an introduction from which we learn that the inhabitants are 96937. We then go on to list the hotels, restaurants, cafes, tramways, theaters etc. …

During this time, I made a feast of the Shadowhunters universe. I saw Harald Swart’s 2013 film, watched all seasons of the TV series (2016–2019), and read the first book, “City of Bones”, beautifully written by Cassandra Clare in 2007. If Clare’s books are beautiful and detailed, the film is…

“You ripped open the mystical veil which hid on the shore of the Nile of knowing the living light “ (Angelica Palli) In the nineteenth century Livorno was the port of call for archaeologists from Egypt. In the warehouses of San Marco, objects from collections destined to enrich Italian and…

“May you be blessed for the moments of happiness you gave me” This concludes “The White Nights” by Luchino Visconti, a 1957 film based on a short novel by Dostoevsky, written by Suso Cecchi D’amico and set in Livorno instead of in St. Petersburg. Mario / Marcello Mastroianni wanders the…

Averardo Borsi (1858–1910), father of the more famous Giosuè, born in Castagneto Maremma, was one of the many writers who orbited around Carducci, the undisputed master of the time. He named his son Giosuè in honor of his poet friend. He moved to Livorno in 1885 and, in order to…

“I am thinking of Livorno, of an old cemetery of old dead; where to sleep with them no one goes down; always closed; black of tall cypresses. Among their trunks that no one ever sees, beyond the hollow wall and doors who have forgotten the hinges, it is believed Death…