I’m often mentioned on this blog as “my Italian” and I happily accepted to have a more active part for the one year anniversary of “Love in the City of Lights”.
Of course, I requested to write what and how I want, including English mistakes… but what to write about?
While I was asking myself how could I try to fit in this little world, I noticed that this blog started with a post named “meeting”.
Probably, I don’t manage enough the English language to say if “meeting” can be considered a beautiful or ugly word.
What I know for sure is that a lot of us, including myself, associate often the word “meeting” to those sleepy or stressing hours that we have to spend in fairly big groups, listening to each other and closed inside some “unfriendly” room.
The room often has no window and it happens frequently that air conditioning is aiming directly at your neck…
Sometimes, on these occasions, we can assist to some of the best modern performances of human vanity, arrogance and…. weakness.
On the other hand, a few months ago, while we were going to a Chopin concert in the Jardin du Luxembourg, we had a random interesting “meeting” with a completely white dressed beautiful old ballet dancer.
After a while, we also met her companion and I had a chat with him, while Kasia was entertained by the white “ballerina”.
When I asked this humble man, dressed with simple clothes and a very peaceful smile, what he was doing for a living, he answered to me “oh nothing… something with literature…”.
I got to know that he was a French, Russian and Serbian translator of classic literature.
In our 20 or 30 minute chat, he told me as many interesting things as I can’t generally read in a few months.
In between other things, he told me that Nietsche said “…that all material things, like a diamond, or a palace (Nietsche didn’t know Ferrari…) lose their value once that we can buy them, but we cannot buy friendship, love and all things like that….”.
I don’t want go so far as philosophy, but I always believed that we cannot buy love and I have also continued to think that we can meet it…
In an aimless Wednesday, in a crowded street of New York, I randomly met my ideal love, Kasia.
We both understood pretty soon that it was also a “meeting” with good luck, we put all our passion into it and we made it possible.
I can say today that the “cake” turned out even better than what I could imagine in the beginning.
I remember well a few ingredients that I put in it, but I don’t think I can put together all the recipe…
I only know that it was very very worth to go for it.
- Kasia’s Italian
P.S.
Probably, our work meetings would get more interesting if not planned…
I don’t think that I’ll try to convince my management to make it a rule… or maybe I will, why not? 
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Adorable, I really enjoyed reading this! I’ve been
Trying to get Mr. C to do a guest post for months but so far, no luck!
Thanks (from both of us). I really had NO idea what he was going to write and was very curious! I thought it would be nice for ‘my Italian’ to share a few thoughts of his own considering I always write about him.
Well it was VERY charming
This is ammo to convince C to get his act together!
This is so sweet. Nice to be someone’s ‘ideal love’!
Bravo for your Italian! – Erica
Thanks Erica! From both my Italian and I
This was lovely. Words – and those of us who live each day bouncing between 2, 3 or more languages understand this so well – have so many meanings, often evoking mixed feelings and emotions. This post, this story, reminded me that ideas and words that may have a bad connotation when flipped around can be sweet and wonderful, and I guess we can say the same about so many things in life if we take the time to ponder. Thanks for this!
sweet! looking forward to hearing more about your Greek adventures!
Visions of Greece coming soon! A trip well worth waiting to take with my Italian
Beautifully written Giorgio. Truly you both have met one and the same heart you blessed creatures you. Love you both. xoxoxo