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Mirabilia

Luck

by Livia Iacolare on December 31, 2007

I remember I was 14 and I was going to school. It was a rainy day in Napoli and I had to refugee in a church to avoid getting completely wet. When I entered the church I found a playing card on a bench: it was a seven of coins (in Italy we call it “settebello”, which means “beautiful seven”).

It was a Neapolitan playing card produced by Modiano, beautifully crafted and clearly very old, since its deck had a very particular design. As much as I tried, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and I was surprised to find such an item in a church.

Then I realized it had been probably left there by some guy who decided to quit playing cards. I picked it without hesitation and I put it inside my pocket. Starting from that moment, it has become some kind of a protection to me. I remember that one day a guy stole my purse (where I used to keep it) at school and I thought I had lost it forever. But that didn’t happen.

After two months my friend found the purse in a huge container filled with water and guess what: the card was still intact. All the beautiful things in my life are somehow associated with the number 7. Want an example? Last year I graduated on December 7th, I was the 7th on the list and I got 7 points by the board of examiners. Maybe it’s just a casuality, but I think that there is a logic in everything. So, in my case my luck charm also contains my lucky number.

What about you? Do you have any?

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Philippe Starck reviews the Amazon Kindle

by Livia Iacolare on December 28, 2007

This is hilarious. I remember watching this scene at LeWeb3 and I’m happy somebody filmed it. I was too busy laughing to do it.

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I wish I were there

by Livia Iacolare on December 16, 2007

Led Zeppelin in concert… after 27 years.
London - December 10th, 2007.

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When cursing is not enough

by Livia Iacolare on November 25, 2007

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I took this picture while I was on a bus in Glasgow.
Couldn’t believe my own eyes and I laughed so loudly that I’m still ashamed of it.

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