Giselle wakes me up, persistently rubs her muzzle against the door. The first hugs and kisses of the day belong to her. Coffee and a walk with her. My morning is filled with thoughts, images and plans that stuck in my mind just before I fell asleep last night. When I was young, these evening recordings were dominated by excuses, for example. I didn’t read either because I didn’t clean my room. As a teenager, I hatched plans to escape from my father’s police and flirt quietly on the phone. Senior, I tortured myself with schedules, how to keep up with everything, work, home, children, me. Now the evening inspirations that I get in the morning are related to the idea of ​​a book or podcast. And steadily with the planning of the next trip. Reading the news on four or five sites, I confirm for the hundredth time that I do not live in the country in which the news is written. About exploited values ​​and unused values, as Rafaelides said.

Phone calls and emails begin. The first ones are for my children to check if everything is in order. Then there are meetings in the newspaper, on the website, on the radio, at the publishing house, as well as something like cooking, housework, shopping, etc. Putting in order all the things that you have to do every day, I always come to the conclusion that 24 hours is not enough. Again, I think I have exactly the same number of hours as Pasteur, Michelangelo, Da Vinci and Einstein had to work. That’s why I run.

Gym, aerobics, swimming or strength training. On the treadmill, I usually listen to podcasts or audio recordings of books that interest me.

“When putting in order all the things that need to be done every day, I always end up saying that 24 hours is not enough…”.

I work with Liana on uploading audiovisual materials to my YouTube channel #SeminaDigeniOfficial, speaking, editing, etc. Her gray cat Miss Greta helps us. If it is Wednesday or Thursday, Cyril and Pericles are the main characters waiting for my article or research for the newspaper (between 1500 and 2500 words). Well, I have a lot to learn before writing.

Walk with Giselle, at … postal pace, because she is in a hurry to see and smell everything. So we go as we run. In between, of course, there are a few PR stops, as he is not only a social type, but also a very popular one.

It is possible to meet with friends for food or theatre, cinema, concert, and more often a walk by the sea, while at the same time discovering new points of cognitive or gastronomic interest.

Hours of meaningful work. Writing an article or interview for a newspaper, completing a chapter in my new book, writing a script for a podcast, reading books and movies. The best watch of my 24 hours, and let Sartre say that “three o’clock in the morning is too early and too late for anything.” In any case, it was at such a time that I “met” the heroine of my new book Felicità. It was as if a suspense movie was playing in front of me – completely unexpectedly. It was like I was seeing disjointed scenes that were begging me to become history. Their main characters, a woman and a boy, if they really existed, I would like them to be my friends, because now that I know the story, I could help them. I didn’t do this in the book. I watched the boy dazedly listen to her as she told him she wanted to… rent one day of his life and then he agreed to “sell” her for 24 hours and I did nothing. I allowed the dangerous experiment to begin, and with it the question: Can a woman eventually use her suffering as raw material for redemption? Or, as Euripides warned centuries ago, will the danger come sooner because it is despised? In a movie that I loved very much, Alphaville by Godard, they said that the present is scary because it is irreversible and because it is made of iron. Well, this iron usually touches me early in the morning. Miracles only happen 3-4 hours at night.

Semina Digeni’s fourth book, the theatrical Felicita, is published by Kappa Publishing. It tells about a bold experiment where the characters, a woman and a boy, alternately act as the perpetrator and the victim. And when the truth is revealed, it sweeps away what seemed to be the truth.