Francesco Perini 
The Icelandic one is an atypical northern population. It has some characteristics that I would define Mediterranean. One for all, punctuality. In Finland they told me that if I wanted to be on time I should have been at an … Read More
The alarm-clock rings at nine in the morning. It’s pitch dark. It snowed when we arrived yesterday evening and it kept on snowing all night long. Húsavík is covered in immaculate snow. On the slope of the mountain behind the … Read More
Our flight to Húsavík is late. There’s a little snowstorm in Reykjavík, maybe that’s the reason for this delay. While we’re waiting, Giuditta and I have all the time to keep on surprising on how here things are informal, sometimes … Read More
It’s a spring day, year 1999, I’m not 12 yet. An insert of the Italian newspaper Corriere della Sera is there, on the sofa of my dining room. On the front page I see a wooden house, coloured in dark … Read More
Lake Baikal, beside being the deepest lake on Earth and containing four fifth of all sweet waters on the planet, it’s especially relevant to shamanism because of the island called Olkhon, one of Earth’s five most important energetic places. The … Read More
If there is one thing never missing on the Trans-Siberian Railway, that’s companionship. Actually, I already read and heard about how meeting new travel companions is the real experience on these trains, more than passing over thousands of kilometres through … Read More
After preparing for months, here I am on the plane. The first stop is Moscow. Thinking about what would come next, especially about Mongolia, Tibet and Nepal, I didn’t have great expectations for my journey’s first days, and anyway not … Read More