Biscotti, by Matteo Maggiolo
I didn’t like cookies so much when I first came to Italy. This country and its substances have a way to change my appetite in radical ways.
Every night we get together with Matteo there will be a tantrum of my part asking for biscotti.
This is one of the most beautiful gifts I ever received; a beautiful planet and the best illustrator I know gave it to me last night.
I was very excited with my new object so I took it all around the city to do some errands, I think people really got the fact that I like cookies.
I ended up forgetting the picture on the last bus I took when I came back home. Not a surprise. Patiently, I had to ride the same bus again and again, till I got it back.
Biscotti is a traveller and she’s part of my suitcase crew from now on.
amo nedero notebook 