discarica italiana 🏛🍝⛲️ the privilege of visiting a home of my ancestors with family is not lost on me a woman who owns a small clothing shop in rome greeted me with familiar eyes and spoke to me in italian as if i was an old friend to blend in amidst a sea of foreign culture is proof that we are one long continuous thread, distanced by relocation but made up of the same stuff saw my curls, my nose, my skin reflected in these vibrant, loud, affectionate people changed more stories to tell unfolding writing them down now