Lettera ai disconnessi | Letter to the disconnected
LAVORARE, OLTRE LE BARRIERE DEL TEMPO E DEL CORPO.
LONG DISTANCE BEST- FRIENDSHIP; MY JOURNEY WITH OMERAAM.

Remote worker – human or avatar? Some thoughts on the risks of remote work and what workplaces need to be increasingly aware of
“I thought I’d be isolated with no one to talk to. But then I realized, everyone’s trying to figure it out, just like me.”

Lavorare in gruppo e avere un scambio di idee con gli altri, avviando con loro un confronto costruttivo.

From the worldwide nation, with love and respect.

Kit di sopravvivenza per il presente.

Osariemen, from Lagos to Milano.

“Essere utile agli altri mi rende felice.”

A Naked Monkey on a Mission

The pursuit of happiness.

My identity, my rebellion.
Unattainable models of beauty, performance anxiety, the pursuit of happiness. Who are our role models? Where did the rebellious spirits end up? What can we do to bring back a healing form of rebellion, where can we find the inspirational people who walked this path in the past and can inspire us for the future?

I am a socialist and i want to be part of the life of my employees.
In this interview, Masoud Noviri, owner of Santa Felicita restaurant on Ponte Vecchio in the historic center of Florence shares with us how he sees things as an employer and how he is a "socialist" with his employees.

Work, or the meaning about what we look for.
In this project, our volunteers Brian and Gabriela investigate the meaning of work, in today's culture. They interview themselves, as well as diverse people from Italy, and other countries. Some of them have a job, some of them give a job place to others, some others are looking forward to change their job. All of them are looking for something, what is it?

Are we all greenwashers?
We all know Instagram can sometimes feel like a glamorous runway for eco-friendly products, but here's the twist – are those bamboo toothbrushes and reusable straws just for show, or are they making a difference? Let's make eco-choices that go beyond the Insta-glam and actually contribute to a greener planet.

The Unbearable Fakeness of Being
I am sitting at my kitchen table just after breakfast, I will soon get to my work emails but just in order to get a short break, a breather, or maybe some kind of sense of being in touch, not unlike the sensation in my teens of picking up a cigarette between lessons in school, I pick up my phone, open my social media channel, and start scrolling. I see family, former friends and colleagues, people I have dated, and strangers. I come across a post from that friend that I haven’t seen in years, someone I have tried to reach out to but who has chosen not to prioritize me in her life, and an unpleasant sensation of being left out, of loss, makes a hint in my stomach.