Category Archives: Work and social

Work and social – enricomattioli.com

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.

enricomattioli.com – 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.

The end of the pain

    I’m a sleeping dog. Sometimes I bite when someone shakes me. You can understand much more by the expressions of person than from the words he/she says. A thousand faces who know nothing about the other one, meet each other at the same time, in a thousand places. Who knows how many things…

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Big Brother

      Tired days in July. The holidays still far. The instability of time. The shutters of many shops have been replaced by residential doors. The evictees have profited from the bankruptcy of the shops and now they live in them. A girl shakes off the tablecloth on the sidewalk. A man sips his…

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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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In my country

      Translation by Yaiza Cañizares umbria   6.45 pm. It is about to begin the yoga lesson. I arrived earlier. The instructor is talking to a lady who is usually my next-mat neighbour. I sit between them because I listened to their conversation. The woman takes her cellphone and shows us pictures from…

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Enrico Mattioli