Seda Saracer, SDA Bocconi

As I sit alone in my apartment with an antibiotic bottle in one hand and used handkerchiefs in the other, I cannot help but think that the harsh Milan winter has started to show its face. My Milanese friends in the MBA class tell me that I have not yet seen the real “cold, cold” Milan days – a statement that rather scares me a little.

Coming from a relatively warmer city like Istanbul, even this cold and windy weather has been enough to make me catch a cold. Read more