The 1st of May in Italy is the workers’ holiday: all around the cities there are workers parades and no one should be working in that day. As a friend wrote, this year, because of the crisis, half people of our age were working and the other half complaining for having no job. I add that probably a lot of those who were working that day are not payed enough or at all. I think this is the symbol of the society we are living in at the moment and of the problems of our generation.
By the way: I am one of the lucky ones that has a job and the 1st of May was *almost* free, so I went to the beautiful event a club I often go organized. There was live music, my ex boyfriend cooked his awesome boar and we had my sister’s wonderful tart, there were all day fava beans and salame and drinks and a lot of people and, most of all, friends. That’s my doodle thinking of the day. Black and white pens, watercolours, coloured pencils, as usual on my sketchbook.