Italy

A collection of short stories from about six weeks in Italy. The land of all you can eat pizza (because we’re in Italy), massive heat and higher hills, cultural conflict at the Iranian Embassy and of course, hanging with my wonderful family for the first time in three years.

Italy. Absolutely ‘bella’!

Iranian soil in Rome

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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‘Is this where we get our Iranian visa’s from?’ I ask a young Italian female army officer, sporting a lovely M-16 machine gun. I’m standing outside the huge concrete walls of the Iranian embassy with my bike and a map in my hand, after fighting with the traffic and the nightmare of the one way [...]

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Under the great night sky

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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If you were to sleep under the great night sky, is it safer to sleep in a crowded place or somewhere totally deserted? This is almost a daily decision for us. Either way there is a risk. If we are somewhere away from people, there is no chance of receiving any help if the wrong [...]

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The Seychell’s in Italy

by tkos on August 15, 2012

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It’s been just over three years since I have seen my parents. Doesn’t really sound like a statistic of a close family but I don’t think that geography necessarily dictates relationship. Of the last 15 years, I have lived in my parents home town, Melbourne, for four of them. Saying that, I have always considered [...]

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The other side of the tracks

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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The coast line of southern France truly is amazing. From Nice, Canne and Monaco, every destination is something that tickles the imagination. With all the glamour, all the sparkle, it really does feel like the European side of Hollywood, yet somehow it is a little cooler because it is not filled with Mickey Mouse and [...]

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Beach Ball

by tkos on August 14, 2012

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From a great height, we look down on the amazing Italian sea view. The coastal road into Italy seemed to go either one of two ways, either straight up or straight down.  The winding road divided the crashing waves from the steep white cliffs, reaching sea level when going through the beach towns and half [...]

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