#aboutme

I am a woman of almost sixty years. I will complete them in October, if I am still alive. You never know these days, I have no particular stories to tell. Sometimes I talk about my books, I’m a writer. Years ago I wrote in a blog about how I had to live with social phobia. I don’t want to talk about this now, not immediately, at least.
I was born on October 7, 1961. I was heavily underweight, one kilo and six hundred grams. I spent a whole month in the incubator. My father was called Giancarlo and my mother Neva, they were both from Livorno, even though my mother was displaced in Lombardy, on Lake Garda, during the war, and all her life she told me how happy she was up there. I was born one year after my parents’ marriage. The doctor said that I had a lot of desire to live and, in fact, after a month in the incubator, I returned home, where, at the time, I lived with my grandmother Ada and with my great-aunt Ida Bianchi (of whom I speak in my novel “Una casa di vento”).

#aboutme

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