The Open Nest is a collection of living utopias. Of dreams, observations, experiences reported by Mirtillosmile. Mainly focused on sustainability, intentional living, and travel, this blog also includes nonsense reflections about art and life. Mirtillosmile grew up in Italy, where she had her first approach with groups of people voluntarily gathering together to reach a goal through mutual exchange of experiences, theatrical skills and random abilities. Back in the summer 2001, while the protests at G8 in Genoa were reaching the pick, a group of early 20s students were acting on a small stage. Pollicino was being transformed in a theater story that mixed Zen spiritualism, storytelling, fantasy and the reality of war. In 2003 she had the first symptoms of nomadic syndrome meanwhile moving to Portugal. Since then, she lived in Wales, The Netherlands, and now in Brooklyn. Mirtillosmile main activities include observation, participation, sharing. She is a film-maker, a photographer, an archivist, and most of the time a normal human being.
mirtillosmile has written 11 posts for The Open Nest


I feel the season coming to and end. And it’s not just the weather.  I am deeply grateful for everything has taught me and for all the mistakes on the path. All the failures and the success. Al the faces, the pains and the gains. I mourn its end with great sadness and great joy. … Continue reading

“Don’t panic!”

Five months ago, in October, I was slowly moving to Italy, not really knowing what would come next and trying to get busy as quick as possible. I wrote a post titled Exercises of finding beauty: work in progress, setting few intentions. Now that winter ended and spring is dancing at my window, it is time for … Continue reading

Exercises of finding beauty: work in progress

I am moving back “home”. At the moment, this means that I am living with my parents, in the city from which I run away. At 32, after  ten years leaving alone and mostly abroad, this is a good challenge. I decided to turn this into a diary and an exercise, with the main intention … Continue reading

The energy flows where attention goes

Yesterday night, a circle of 10 women in their thirties gathered together. After some good food and wine, we started considering the effects of the “crisis”- . I wondered how it was possible that we all grew up with the perception of living in a “dark hole”. Where are the beauties of our homeland? Here … Continue reading

One day I will go to Malmo

“I usually don’t pick up hitchhikers. But you don’t look like the usual hippie… ” The 40-something man opens the door of the fancy car he drives to make an impression on his clients. I’m in. comfortably sitting in the rear, with my shoulders finally relying on something smoother than a rock. It was fun … Continue reading

Sustainable hospitality @ Casa robino

I  personally conceive the idea of sustainable hospitality on a double level: -sustainable in terms of environment (and here we do great but I agree with Laura and Sara that things should be bought locally and that money saved skipping the waste should be invested in better products) -sustainable in term of personal relations and … Continue reading

Poem for the roads

I can find you in the Red Hook skylines, in the subway of Bedford Ave, in the roads near MoMa, in the art of the streets, in the Chinatown I haven’t see, in the bed of the Snoopy Gang, in the eyes of people I meet because of you. You are here, and Casa teaches. … Continue reading

On the road to Odesa… and further on

Sooner that I could realize, the road caught us, flexible and free like a cat. Its yellow eyes blinking and silently smiling followed us, meanwhile we where following the flow of the events. Again and again the magic of things revealed itself in any rides and in the simple beauty of our encounters. Angels and … Continue reading

Random floating identities

Over the last two weeks I ended up meeting people with fairly different backgrounds. “Louis” from Kurdistan, living in the parallel universe just next wall from Casa, hosted our family last Thursday. To celebrate the event, we ate wine leaves stuffed with rice and meat, almost breaking the guideline number one (no death animals). I … Continue reading

“Once upon a time: a woman with children…” Meeting Davide some years ago

This can be considered how Davide’s post titled “If you were a woman with child…” could have gone. I love to think that my story and Davide’s one are linked, that an alternative conclusion made by path crossing and time shifting, is possible. Today, I remembered my first contact with hitchhiking. I was only 7 … Continue reading

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