My name is Nicoletta and I want to share an unusual experience. It’s been 24 hours since I washed my feet, and the situation is… interesting, to use a kind term.
When I woke up this morning, I felt a strange heaviness not only in my body, but also in my feet. It was definitely not my best day to wear sandals or light socks. The first thing I noticed was the sticky sensation under my feet. With every step I took, I felt a mix of dust and some residue that had accumulated during the previous day.
Looking at my feet, I saw that the soles were dark. The skin, normally soft, now seemed a bit rough and dull. Under the nails, a small layer of gray dirt had formed, a testimony to the time spent without washing. And I felt the weight of this choice, not really wanted, to leave my feet abandoned to themselves.
Despite everything, there was also a certain charm in this mess. The feeling of the earth beneath my feet and the idea of having walked the streets without worrying about what m
