The thing Joseph Brodsky and I fully agree on: nothing comes close to Venice in winter

Fondamenta Cannaregio, copyright Laura Racz

I’ve always had difficulties when it came to professing my love for people, and even while simply uttering this particular word, including in some of those instances when the feeling was very much present. It might be the idea of permanence and perpetuity attached to it that makes it some sort of a four word commitment, which is definitely something that has generally petrified me. But when it comes to Venice in winter, no other word seems more suitable for describing what I felt from the very moment I stepped outside the hotel onto this very street pictured above (almost…


Or why female friendships are the very best emotional support network

Greg Raines, Unsplash

“Women understand. We may share experiences, make jokes, paint pictures, and describe humiliations that mean nothing to men, but women understand. The odd thing about these deep and personal connections of women is that they often ignore barriers of age, economics, worldly experience, race, culture — all the barriers that, in male or mixed society, had seemed so difficult to cross.” (Gloria Steinem)

I planned on writing this yesterday, and had a completely different initial paragraph in mind, but two things that happened during the course of this day…


A story that would have probably made Fellini chuckle a little bit

Terrace of The Grand Hotel Rimini, copyright Laura Racz

“Vanishing into Rimini’s winter mists, lowered shutters, locked up boarding houses … the sound of the sea … from which come our monsters and ghosts” (Federico Fellini)

Halfway through the third Italian stint of last year, I found myself in one of those pre-Corona super packed trains, that I boarded in Bologna with the intention of returning to Florence, where I’ve last been more than 10 years ago. More than an hour into the journey, which was spent standing because of all the crowds, the train made its first stop and I gladly jumped into a seat that has just…


When life on the brink is a “modus vivendi”

(Early morning in Beirut, Marten Bjork, Unsplash)

Fernweh”. Because every time we think about a specific, but nevertheless ambiguous feeling or emotion, we might as well bet there’s a german word for it. “Fernweh” is defined as “far-sickness” or specifically the longing for distant and remote spots, fictional realms or places that you’ve never yet been to. Back in 2016, I saw the debut feature of the egyptian filmmaker Tamer El Said, bittersweetly (and, in hindsight quite ominous, since it was filmed in 2009, prior to the Arab Spring) called “In The Last Days of the City”, not so much an ode, but a love-hate visual poem…


One year without David Berman.

(Copyright Bobbi Fabian, from www.dragcity.com)

During one of his last interviews, pieced together — as was often the case with him — from a series of email exchanges with the interviewer, much like a slow paced and irregular chat between two humans curious to trade ideas (as opposed to a dry and punctual Q&A), David Berman was asked what he’s been reading these days. …

Laura Racz

Prague-based; art/history lover, tech enthusiast, music geek, avid cinephile, foodie

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