DIARY


The last art exhibition I saw in Florence before coming to Cambridge was about aboriginal art in Australia. “Tjukurpa” The Dream Time at Castiglioncello – Castello Pasquini.
This was an extremely involving multimedia experience: Luca Faccenda was our guide through this experience, as he had been the collector of all the objects displayed.
Looking at his works you feel in another dimension, you feel the desire to touch the ground, to smell the perfumes of the earth, to leave your heart in a body without constraints like Adam and Eve: you are children of the earth and you come from the sky. You are human beings and at the same time stars. A few hours later I am in Cambridge, 16 July 2000 and in spite of the cars, the buses, the airport, in spite of all mechanical things I feel myself a daughter of the earth wishing to be in the countryside that we are passing by.

11 people on the course
2 Italians Antonella Novello (Venice), Gianfranco Galiè (San Benedetto del Tronto) and I.
Pablo Mulina Derteano from Argentina
Gold Hawng Keum Hee from South Korea
Alexandra Eschert from poland
Wojyek Maslarz from Poland
Eva Nagyne Varga from Hungary
Cidalia Ramos from portugal
Tatjana Polman Gorlova from Russia (but she lives in the Netherlands)
Jocelyne Jeanne from Guadalupe (but she lives in France)
Different flags for one spoken language: English


The hospitality, the efficiency of Bell school everything … perfect
Accommodation course directed by Rosemary Wilson, head of Bell teacher training and lessons held by Eryl Griffiths and Katie Head.
Our days in Cambridge seem to go in the same direction as the stream of the river Cam..
Only three days but so many things happened.
Colours of sunrise
Colours of sunset
Colours of the river Cam
Colours of meals with the University centre
Colour of feelings
And tomorrow?


Waking up 21 July 2000
With nature
Sprinkled lights
And my bare feet
Bathing in the morning breeze
Leaves and trees
Everywhere
Trembling butterflies
Jumping blackbirds
Leaves and bushes
Everywhere
The sun is rising
Against my sad thoughts … leaves and branches
Every sort of shape
Just breathing in the air
Birds are singing now

They sang yesterday they’ll sing tomorrow
Today Peterhouse college roof tops are playing hide and seek beyond the greens
Towards the sky
On a wooden bench
The sun kissing me
A bee flying
They are gardening
A bird on the top of the bush
I don’t know what this shadow
And I desire to live in the sun with the sun
If I were a leaf
Would like to be here
Laurel bushes high over my head
Smell of rosemary
Button of violet flowers
Plans of fennel
Half in the sun half in the shadow
Little stones
Orange flowers
Bushes of lavender…..
In the middle
Every sort of leaf
While a butterfly is falling in love with lavender perfume a bench, on a bench just a life
Nothing more
Nothing less
Cambridge is sparkling with its embroidered colleges
With its smells
With the colours of its gardens, with feeling of people
Everywhere with this desire I have to share with you
Over the daily routine
I am a mother
I am a wife
I am a teacher
I am …….
But here in Cambridge I enjoy only to be Carmelina
I like this dimension!
Away from the daily routine


20 July Where am I? Two views
First view form the ground
Twinkled twinkled red violet
Pink geranium
White daisies
Shining among the greens
Up on the massive walls
Bushes of trembling leaves
Everywhere embroidered windows
To let in the light of this fantastic unbelievable day July morning
From the top
Second view
Up and down, down and up
Bordering a perfect light full light blue sky
The tops of Peterhouse college are offering themselves to the flies

Shadows of trees
Behind me this morning
Even the wind is amazing
It is still and leaves enjoy the sun.
Under my bare feet
Trees are making a soft carpet , not green but brown.




by Carmelina Rotundo.