a complicated, noisy, and wonderful family
It is said that, long before ferries, trolleys, and online reviews, seven sisters lived in the middle of the Tyrrhenian Sea. They did not live in an apartment building — fortunately for humanity — but each on her own island.
They were sisters, yes. But like all sisters… completely different.
Vulcano
The firstborn. Fiery temperament.
If something didn’t go her way, she would huff.
If things went well… she would huff anyway.
She always said
“I don’t get angry. I seethe inside.”
No one ever asked her how she was. Just sniffing the air was enough.
Stromboli
The dramatic one.
The one who did everything in grand style: emotions, passions, explosions.
She didn’t talk: she put on a show.
At night, when everyone else was asleep, she came alive:
“Sorry, but I work during the day.”
Lipari
The responsible older sister.
The one who kept the family together, the ports, the house keys, and even the documents.
She seemed calm, but inside she thought:
“If it weren’t for me, it would be chaos here.”
She was right
Salina
The green one, the maternal one, the one who used to say:
“Eat, you’re too skinny.” Even though you weighed 90 kilos.
Always ready with a granita, a glass of Malvasia, and an unsolicited piece of advice. Everyone loved her. She pretended not to know it.
Panarea
So chic.
She would arrive late, well-dressed, tanned even at midnight.
She said she ‘didn’t like the fuss,’ but she thrived on glances.
She never sweated.
Probably out of principle.io.
Filicudi
The philosophical one. She spoke little. When she spoke, she said things like:
“Silence is a choice.”
Everyone nodded without understanding, out of politeness.
Alicudi
The solitary one. She didn’t argue, she withdrew. She lived far from everything, observing and thinking:
You are making too much noise.
He had already understood everything. For years.
The Seven Sisters argue, ignore each other, put up with each other… but together they are a miracle.
And often… you end up going back to visit them all.