About

My professional life started with words — but it never stopped there.

I've always paid attention to how language sits in a room before it reaches the page — the pause before someone finds the right word, the gap between what's said and what's actually meant. That attention is probably why interpreting suited me in the first place: it asks you to live inside someone else's sentence for exactly as long as it takes to get it right, and not a second longer.

It started in Udine, with a degree in foreign languages I chose because I genuinely couldn't picture doing anything else. Brussels came next — European institutions, my first booths, the beginning of what's now more than twenty years working between Italian, French and English. 

In the early 2000s, a move to Cape Town that I assumed would last a few months turned into more than a decade running translation and interpreting projects and raising a family here. Brussels called me back for a while after that. Now I'm in Cape Town again, building something that's entirely my own.

That back-and-forth is where the versatility comes from, more than any training ever could. In the same month I might be interpreting for the European Parliament or another international institution one week, and standing on a factory floor the next, translating for an engineer who needs an exact term, not an elegant one. Corporate and industrial settings taught me a particular kind of precision — the kind where a mistranslated word in a technical briefing or a safety procedure isn't a stylistic slip, it's a real problem. I've worked that precision alongside executives, engineers and technical specialists in negotiations, training sessions, presentations and site visits, and I've learned to move between registers — institutional, technical, human — often within the same afternoon.

Words on the page too

Because words have never stayed only in that register for me. I've translated theatre plays performed on international stages, contributed to books on Cape Town and South Africa, and, since 2025, reviewed academic manuscripts for ULB in Brussels. I still write by hand more often than I'd probably admit to a translator's union, and I teach — Italian, French, English and history — usually to people who are, in one way or another, rebuilding their own vocabulary in a new place. I understand that particular kind of disorientation rather personally by now.