I met Sally by e-mail. A far coming mail though, maybe, nearer than the near you can immagine. Sally’s story is a simple one, a common one, a story which seems not to add or keep off from the stories of other people if it were not because the baby she is waiting ‘is not my son’ , she declares with strength. Yet, it is right … Continua a leggere Sally

I met her to the borders of her life, or of her death? She was there, motionless, on the harbor dock, but she was not looking for the horizon, nor her eyes where looking at the clouds in the sky. No, her eyes where observing the almost unmovable water, dark and oily just a little bit under that dock where her feet were fixed as … Continua a leggere No name woman

I met Lizzie in a no-place of our no-time, yet I’ve met her, she exists. In the stubborn emptiness she has precipitated her heart beats and plays its rhythm as the drum of the far land where she comes from. Lizzie is nineteen, maybe less, though her childish body disappears in a woman face much older than the nineteen she declares. Lizzie loves music and … Continua a leggere Lizzie: talkin’ bout a revolution

A true story of suffering and fight against the time in a very dangerous domestic relationship. ‘Women’s silence is their tomb’, is not only one of the sentences in my novel, but it is the reality I continue to face every day in the newspapers, along the streets, listening to the house wall which tell the unseen torture and the unheard screams of those who … Continua a leggere Zoe

A true story far in the time, a very sad one. Just to remember that whatever the reason of a quarrel, none has the right to use violence. I met Felicia while she cried in the ocean of her blood. I met her while she, despaired, was asking for forgiveness to her husband who had taken her to the hospital. Felicia had lost her baby, … Continua a leggere Felicia

I met Lucia between the school benches… She was on one side, I on the other of the teacher desk… she is a young teen, I an adult professor. Her story is becoming ever and ever common among the young adolescents since their school days. Someone say that these girls are stupid to allow their young boy-friend start to abuse them, I say that they are not … Continua a leggere Lucia

I met Loredana through her voice while she told me her story and before this through her tears and sad face. There is still another before… her smile, her passion for the children, her attempt to set herself free from the violence of her husband, her determination to do and succeed. I also met her through her tears for a justice which did not favor her … Continua a leggere Loredana

I met Giustina through the dramatic chronicle of her assassination… however nothing the chronicle has told me about Giustina. Only her parents and relatives’ words who picked up her pain but also her joy of living, her courage, the strength of her smile despite everything, the tenacity in not believing herself lost and to look  for a meaning to her love, her dedication to her … Continua a leggere Giustina: searching for the sky

Speaking about domestic violence is not a fashionable attitude. Many are the stories I have met at school or during my work as a journalist or, as a writer, thanks to the long letters some women wrote me to tell their story. I usually listen and try to help, but the best thing to do is giving indications about the right things to do referring … Continua a leggere Stories