Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Introduction

 

Hello!

My name is Zbyszek and I’m a student of Italian philology. Considering that my passion for Italian culture is superficial, I’m feeling forced to share with you bits and bobs, just to circulate around this specific field. It means that even though the Italian food is not my cup of tea, I will try to elaborate on some original products, their provenance and how they are made. I am in love with the poetry and literature so for sure I’ll post one or two blog entries dedicated to them. Among the biographies of the Italian geniuses that I had to get familiar with, some of them totally amazed me. On some level they described an extreme richness of the Italian personality and way of living (e.g. Rossini who gave up composing just to have more time to eat and cook). I’d like to evoke couple of them in this blog. Moreover, the political and economical situations in Italy are worsening. For that reason I will present some difficulties that Italians are currently facing. Well, at least I will try. Overall, this blog will concentrate on culture.


Florence, 2019

There is one rule to follow when reading this blog: think out of the box. And more importantly, remember that I am not someone to look up to. As simple as it is, treat me as one of your colleague, but an inexperienced one. Once I find any reliable source of information or an outstanding story, that is where I start improvising. This is the only way to hide up my lack of experience (less than two months spent in Italy) and interests (I’m really into nothing at much). Could be that this beating around the bush is also a wider conception that will bring us to some reflections or observations with regard to the famous “Italianness” or to this beautiful country in general. I would say that Italy is endless with its breathtaking landscapes, colorful lifestyle and cultural heritage. Italy for many habitants is only a fairy tale, an abstract creation, and it leaves me cold, but I want to show that this attitude is questionable, just as Giuseppe Verdi thought (by the way, in the time of Italian unification the people shouted “viva V.E.R.D.I.” what translates as “Vittorio Emmanuele Re d’Italia may he live long”).

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