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Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Articles in english – Enrico Mattioli was born in an Italian city, the capital of that State, washed by a river, built on seven hills, of which he prefers not to make the name for privacy reasons.
Enrico started his career as a humorist, but an experience as a basic union delegate made him passionate about issues related to working environments. Humour and social, therefore, live together in his books.

Cast and customers – chapter two

cast and customers   Preview   The contact with the public was intriguing and perverse. Clients were obsessed with the gift stamps: the more they bought, the more points they collected. Paradoxically, they knew that those discounts were only presumptuous. They asked the amount of their grocery shopping, so that if they didn’t get to…

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Cast and customers – chapter four

cast and customers     Preview   Saturday. Bus. Stop. If I lost the meeting with Belinda, the day would have started in the wrong way. That day, I saw her getting on the bus that preceded mine. Everything seemed to row against me. On Saturdays, the volunteers for the Caritas usually arrived to collect…

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Best’ generation – chapter four

        Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-ND Best’ generation Ursula reopened the remembrance drawer. She was engaged to Duilio, who today is the barman of the Banda Larga, but at that time he was John Lee D, the King of the Rock in our neighbourhood. He was the king and she was…

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Best’ generation

    Best’ generation – A sidewolk story   NOTE The generations following the 1970s – so also mine – have no characterization. I mean that in the ’60s they talked about flowers’ power of flowers and universal love, the 70s were marked by controversy and terrorism, but also by social gains. There was good…

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Mail from land – chapter two

      Certificate of deposit – CC BY-NC-ND Mail from land   Baresi calls me on the phone of the corridor to inform me that the next day the delegation of an important Canadian company will come and that they will need the first conference room of the ground floor. I ask him, because…

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Mail from land

      Mail from land NOTES It’s a delicate tale, a rear-wheel drive, which means that it’s counterbalanced by a heavy project on its back. The main character is a mean, I needed a character in which I could pour hidden resentments, fears and also neighbor’s curiosities. Omar doesn’t tell a story of integration…

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A leaft

      When a leaf falls from a tree, with the same synchrony, in a million places happen a million different things. Big and little events, ordinary and unusable. A leaft That leaf will keep falling with the same cyclic nature for the next seasons, for the same reasons; not that lead, alas, but…

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Speaking of Cesare

      Speaking Everything always begins before the yoga lesson. You arrive in advance, sit on the carpet to prepare for relaxation; the defenses are down, we make a small talk waiting for the lights turn out leaving only a lamp to seal our chit-chat, then dispersing them into the darkness. It looks like…

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I’m the Devil

    Dealing with our demons is not easy. Egocentricity should be regularly denounced. The more I find myself and the more I disgust myself. The more I look for certainties and the more I find ruins. The more I invoke peace and the more I collect threats. The more I live life and the…

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Feel like home

        In the last few years I have had the distress of a long list of things I don’t like to do, with the consequence I don’t know what satisfied me. Only now I can understand what I want, I suddenly realized it or maybe I always knew it and I didn’t…

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