Fuggi o combatti?

Morso allo stomaco, poi arriva alla gola, fatica a trattenere le lacrime… Semplicemente paura. Entra nella stanza un’infermiera: “Tocca a lei signora”. La morsa allo stomaco diventa sempre più forte, ma sorrido e trattengo le lacrime con molta fatica. In qualche secondo un abbraccio un bacio e scompare per il corridoio che porta alla sala…

Planning my first trip

[push h=”20″]Working from home meant we could vary snack and coffee breaks, change our desks or view, goof off, drink on the job, even spend the day in pajamas, and often meet to gossip or share ideas. On the other hand, we bossed ourselves around, set impossible goals, and demanded longer hours than office jobs…

Planning my first trip

[push h=”20″]Working from home meant we could vary snack and coffee breaks, change our desks or view, goof off, drink on the job, even spend the day in pajamas, and often meet to gossip or share ideas. On the other hand, we bossed ourselves around, set impossible goals, and demanded longer hours than office jobs…