Zisa waits for Grandmother's Sunday lunches with great excitement, first of all for the delicious “timballo di anelletti” and second because it's nice being all together. Then there’s Great-granny – her grandmother’s mother Giovannina – always smiling and saying witty things. Last Sunday, for instance, Zisa had interrupted the conversation to remind her Mom and… Continue reading Ruggero and the sicilian puppets theater
I pranzi della domenica dalla nonna sono attesi da Zisa con grande trepidazione, prima di tutto per il timballo di anelletti e poi perché è bello stare insieme, con la nonnina sempre sorridente che dice cose spiritose. Si tratta della bisnonna Giovannina, che è la mamma della nonna. L’altro giorno, per esempio, Zisa aveva interrotto… Continue reading Ruggero e l’opera dei pupi
An illustrated memory of the Capo Zafferano Lighthouse in the days when it was inhabited by the guardians and their families.
Una memoria illustrata del Faro di Capo Zafferano ai tempi in cui era abitata dai guardiani e dalle loro famiglie.
Wanda spends the summer in her grandparents' country house. Here are stories of her rural life.
A day on the beach The school is over and finally we go to the beach! Zisa has all the necessary equipment in front of her: a beach bag, two swimsuits, a terry towel, a bucket, a scoop, a rake, sand molds, a sieve, clogs, a fishing net, a diving mask and a pair of… Continue reading A day on the beach
Aisha and Malik joined Zisa's schoolclass in September, just a few days after the school year had started; they entered in the classroom accompanied by a red cross volunteer and sat in the only free desk, without looking at anyone. Aisha and Malik had recently arrived in Palermo from an African country and did not… Continue reading Aisha and Malik
“I am afraid that the afternoon at the park, whizzing through avenues in the new red scooter ... is to be postponed. – Zisa is very upset - Ugh! What a rain!” And worst of all that mean lady of Carla came, the mum’s friend who is always gossiping about their office. She comes home… Continue reading Zisa’s cake