The Summer of Our Discontent

“Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house”

W. Shakespeare

According to W. Shakespeare after the “discontented winter” there would be a glorious summmer.

It doesn’t look like it will be in 2020.

Summer is here, nice and breeze, and not too hot either. In few words quite pleasant, but the road ahead is still long in Italy.

With one-third of world’s population under lockdown and countries trying to get out of this pandemic as efficiently as possible, most tourists postponed their travel plans for healthier times.

Tourists were such an established feature of our towns and resorts that cities seem quite empty without them. While beaches are definitely empty!

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I lived the most part of my life in Washington DC, now in Italy getting to know again my country. Plenty of surprises, for good and bad, and lots of nostalgia for DC.

3 thoughts on “The Summer of Our Discontent

  1. A little poem I whipped up –

    Questa è l’estate del mio malcontento
    Perché non vedrò la Provincia di Trento
    O la mia bellissima Val di Non
    Nemmeno il mio telefon;
    Covid è qui per restare
    E non c’è niente da fare.

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