• SLOVAK IN ITALY

    Slovak in Bologna: working full-time is a rare phenomenon, you gotta fight your way to your own paycheck

    Italians don’t know Slovakia. Spaghetti bolognese doesn’t exist. Following the traffic rules is a pure rarity. Kids participate in Italian nightlife without restrictions and public breastfeeding is not judged at all. This article sums up myths about Italy from the viewpoint of a young Slovak woman living in Bologna, Italy. Italy, known by many as a country of a fiery temperament, is often related to the perfect holiday relax mixed up with absolutely delicious cuisine. And yet, this dreamy place can turn to hell quite easily as soon as you start to live here and expect things done, especially at the offices. Despite the chaos and tiring bureaucracy, there is…

  • SLOVAK IN ITALY

    New Year’s Resolutions aka Ode to Concreteness

    That inner child of mine was always excited about changes. Changing seasons, an opening of a new school year and the specific smell of fresh textbooks, the 18th birthday and last but not least, the end and the beginning of the year. Despite I always used to write things down, I have never really kept a track of New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I creeped out on the midnight street with fireworks popping up above my head, and on the threshold of meditation, I looked back upon what I gained and lost throughout the last  12 months and how the New Year will be different again.  I still haven’t got rid…

  • ERASMUS IN ITALY - INTERNSHIP,  SLOVAK IN ITALY

    10 reasons why Italian public transport makes you a better person

    All of the following pieces of knowledge were acquired thanks to my first working year in Italy and everyday tiring and time-consuming back-and-forth travelling. Since I spent my entire childhood and youth by commuting to school and first part-time jobs from the Eastern Slovak countryside, I was pretty much used to trains and buses on a daily basis and didn’t really expect anything surprising about the public transport. As usual, Italy convinced me of the opposite. After the first (and the second) experience with TPER buses I reaaaally tried my best to eliminate any possibility of public transport mingling with my life here. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a car, nor…