Category: NEW YORK FILES
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DAYLIGHT NIGHTMARE
That morning, I went to the fruit market in Queens. Mary, my trusted vendor, African American, smiled at me from behind the counter, showing all thirty‑two of her very particular teeth: twenty‑eight gold, four white. It looked like Fort Knox with four security guards. On my table, the essentials never change: eggs, garlic, onions, tomatoes,…
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THE 1000 USD LETTER
You receive this contribution not as charity, nor as an act of generosity.I was not born—or genetically assigned—to do that. I am sending it only to remind you that you can become a free author if you give your work away and stop thinking about the pleasure of money.Focus only on the happiness of being…
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NO MONEY
I open the email.The draft pre‑contract is there.Two languages: English and Italian.They accept everything.They are even ready to send an advance immediately, and the balance before the interview.Just tell them the amount. They will pay 1 USD for the interview, on camera. I need to go outside.Walk.Think. Everything I expected was happening.Everything I imagined.But it…
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THE PREPARATIONS
14:45 pm.The phone rings again.Margareth.Her tone is happy, enthusiastic—like someone who just won something.But what? “Nando,” she calls me like that on the phone, “pack your trolley. We are leaving.” “Romantic getaway,” I answer.She keeps laughing. Then she lays out the plan: June 23, 2026Reggio Calabria → Rome, flight at 06:30 am, arrival 08:10 am.Same…
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THE CONTACT
I started in 2022, like everyone else, thinking I would sell books and join the 1% of rich authors. Then, as the years went by, I realized the ending had already been written by others.Mine would have to be different. Unpredictable. By 2025 the first facts were on the table:three websites, sixty-two eBooks, 220 languages,…
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ANITA BAKER
I often accompanied my work breaks — and the moments in between — with music. Whatever drifted through my desktop, chosen by chance, always seemed to be something I liked, something I loved. When a voice or a sound struck me, I would pause. I’d look at the artist’s cover, listening to the words she…
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TEACHING THE CUBANS
When I landed in Miami, I already knew there wasn’t much “American” left in that city. The place was basically Cuba with better air‑conditioning. The taxi driver who picked me up was Cuban, of course. First thing he asks: if I’m alone and if I want company. No supermarkets, no shopping malls, no postcard America.…
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WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE
.TO DO MORE OF, EVERY SINGLE DAY? The “web-psychiatrist” has a talent: every day he finds the one question that opens a crack — something that stirs thought, reflection, and takes you into mental places most people forget, or pretend to forget. I have always learned from everyone, without exception.That is everything I am, and…
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MY FAVOURITE WEATHER?
When a question looks simply, too simple, that is usually where its truth hides. Whoever asks, it is not really asking about the weather — they are asking about how we stand in the world. Instinctively, I feel the need to divide everything into the four seasons, as if each one carried its own precise…
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THE AMERICAN EGGS
The plane had just landed. My wife and daughter were both incredulous and suspicious: a new beginning had turned into uncertainty, and hearing so many people speaking a different language was something completely new for them.JFK Airport, New York, was welcoming us. For me, it wanted to come back home — to my land —…