This is my simple recipe for onion jam made with the red onions that are very large and special and arrive in August from Bisacquino, a Sicilian jewel in the Sicani Mountains. Bisacquino and the onion are united by a very long history and the onion is called “busacchinara” as Read more…
That day I was happy, very happy: the next day I would start my internship at an important newspaper in the city. Apart from me, there was only Lucia, Signora Rosetta’s London niece. I called to the girl: – Do you want to go out with me? – Yes, gladly, Read more…
It is a cool afternoon in early August. Sitting in front of my pc, I’m looking for an idea to organize a new tour itinerary to fill a day in Burgio for the next day, by a group of Trapani. As I look at the urban map with its narrow, Read more…
I slowed the car down, lowered the window and breathed in the fresh morning air. Despite maintaining a slow pace, I had the impression of having arrived immediately at the Elms of the Dragonara. I loved that place where the branches of centuries-old trees, from spring to late autumn, intersect Read more…
We were walking along via Roma when suddenly my friend Berenice stopped suddenly: – Since we’re here, why don’t we go to the Vucciria and eat some boiled octopus? I immediately said yes. I’m crazy about boiled octopus. One of the places in Palermo where they cook it to perfection Read more…
The two hours of lessons passed quickly that morning. Berenice and I, my Armenian colleague and roommate, immediately left the faculty. The temperature was pleasant and the air smelled of spring. We were in Piazza Marina, in the ancient Kalsa district of Palermo. The sun warmed our faces and we Read more…
The decision to go to Palermo by public transport proved sensible. It was a cold Wednesday in January and the heavy snowfall of the Epiphany night had left its mark. Along the edges of the road there were large piles of snow, an unusual sight for our territory. The bus Read more…
Palermo is a universal city, it must be lived with all its customs and traditions. Its time passes slowly and in everyday life the Palermo people celebrate ancient rites, unaware of having inherited the genes of many civilizations. While walking through its streets I thought of the history of Palermo, Read more…
Berlin Tegel Airport, 15 July 1990. A persistent drizzle accompanies our journey in a line to reach the aircraft that would take us to Palermo-Punta. I reach my numbered place and find two women already sitting: a young woman of about 30 years old and another decidedly old. I say Read more…
Many times work takes me to visit the towns of the Sicilian hinterland and day after day, I discover that they are small caskets containing jewels of great value. A jewel among the jewels is Bisacquino, a town which is 75 km away from Palermo. Sicani, Greeks, Romans and Arabs Read more…
