No bottom line here

It’s been a while that I’ve been playing with the idea of joining the blogosphere. Denying any exhibitionistic tendency, and mostly convicing myself that whatever I have to express I can always do it thanks to my profession, I just skipped the idea.

To be honest, not much has changed. I’m still not sure if I can really keep up maintaining this part of my virtual life in the long run, and still convinced that when it comes to important statements I can, and I actually prefer, doing this using a more traditional but also wider public stage.
But that’s obviously not as easy, as I’ve already learnt, especially when it comes to just fragments of life I simply feel like sharing with others. No, that’s not a friendlier solution for forwarding “cool”/”funny”/”weird” emails, just because I don’t do it usually.
And yes, I’m perfectly aware of the fact that there’s almost no-one who’ll be interested in everything I will be posting here (no, I believe this time mom won’t be following). As a freelance journalist I’ve learnt that I’m not committed to anyone – I’m only committed to myself and to the things I’m interested in.
So those of you who will try following are about to see here a colourfull fusion of things that come up my mind – from artistic photos and philosophic contemplations through political debates and journalistic notes to movie recommendations and succesful recipes.

Welcome to my brain bazaar. Nothing to buy, but lots to see, smell and taste.