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Introduction LEA, the Essential Levels of Care, are the benefits and services that the National Health Service is required to provide to all citizens, free of charge or by means of a co-payment, as a public service. However, this type of assistance is not guaranteed for all illnesses. There are many and often purely female diseasesContinua a leggere “Julia’s grande storiella”

He put all of them in a large basket, covered inside with a faded yellow bag. One, two and three. The last ones had all turned out bad: two had been thrown straight into the basket; the last one had fallen on the floor. Today he just could not make the shape he had been ordered to make. And nowContinua a leggere “The value of things”

There is a street in Rome filled with orange trees. Who knows who, one day, perhaps from the local municipality, decided to plant a row of orange trees along the pavement, to bring some green and orange back to the neighbourhood. With time, the trees have grown lushly. When winter is approaching, the plant changes sides and almost seems to overlookContinua a leggere “The orange trees”

The skin near the fingernails of the right hand remains dry, uncoordinated in relation to the gait of the finger, a symptom of how regularly it is eaten. On the desk there is a lighted table lamp. There is no other light in the room: either the small bulb, or the light coming through theContinua a leggere “Losing and finding oneself”

We arrived to Erbil and my father only had one thought in his head: “you have to go to school, you have to go to school”. We were poor and we had left everything in Baghdad, all the books: we had nothing. Despite everything, we started going to school again. My father managed to findContinua a leggere “Haval’s grande storiella pt.2”

My name is Haval and this is my grande storiella. I was born on the 23rd of March 1983, which means the third day of the Kurdish New Year’s Eve. I was born during the Iran-Iraq war, which started in 1980, therefore when the war ended, I was five years old. I cannot say IContinua a leggere “Haval’s grande storiella”

Marco kept checking the piece of paper his wife had left for him. In their small haberdashery, his wife Alice used to do the morning shift in order to spend the whole afternoon with the children, who would come back from school. So, he usually went there around noon in order to take over forContinua a leggere “Bubbles”

One hundred, one hundred and one, one hundred and two. The neighbour had put on some jazz music. One hundred and five, one hundred and six, one hundred and seven. It was very loud; he was a pianist. A ray of sunlight shone through the window of the bedroom which showed the stains of aContinua a leggere “The cage”

Untied shoes, a foot in a puddle. The umbrella got stuck between the bag and the coat, one of the long ribsgot caught in the pocket, and she pulls it, until she almost loses her balance: the umbrella is broken. It israining cats and dogs and the cold-water sticks to her hair on the frontContinua a leggere “Other people’s stories”

Synonyms and antonyms The lesson was about to start. Girls and boys, sat at their desks, were laughing, chatting and shouting. Entering the classroom, amidst the students’ cheers, Maria, the teacher, went to her desk and asked for silence. Debora, in the second row, had already opened her red notebook, the one of her favoriteContinua a leggere “Synonyms and antonyms”