La mattina di oggi inizia, stranamente, con la colazione. Appena svegliato, verso le sette, trovo intorno a me gettati per terra come sporcizia panini imbustati Cheese and chocolate cakes. They are the leftovers from last night's patrol. A group of Italian Red Cross volunteers who presented themselves to the half yesterday, ignoring the fact that everyone here is already asleep, spent a good half an hour shouting at each other, one step away from us, under the stairs. ate a sandwich at the center line for the showers of Via Farnese, Lepanto area. Carini. A cozy place. We serve breakfast, two tangerines, milk, coffee and a slice of cake on a platter brown. Do you expect in a sitting room, resting on red tables. In short, everything is decent, and clean bathrooms. In contrast, it is depressing to hear about who took over as the vital problem of cooking mensa, gli orari del centro diurno, le lenzuola del dormitorio, il compagno che russa e quell'altro che gli ha rifiutato le sigarette, Veltroni e Storace che offrono il pranzo a Natale. Fortunatamente una bella doccia, specie se fredda, l'acqua calda è finita, rinfresca e distende, anche da questi pensieri, almeno un minuto. Domani è Natale. Da giorni non ho contatti di nessun tipo con la famiglia e gli amici, non ho un centesimo in tasca.
Decido di prendere un cartone, vado vicino San Pietro, lungo viale Giulio Cesare, mi metto a sedere. Con una bic nera scrivo su quel cartone in quattro lingue, inglese, francese, arabo e italiano. Chiedo un aiuto per continuare il mio viaggio. Intanto siedo lì accanto, tranquillo. C'è the sun, I read Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment. They spend thousands of tourists armed with cameras, hats and scarves, are directed to the Vatican Museums. A river of people flowing along the bank on which I sat. An hour passes. A long-haired guy with the red beard stops and gives me two Euros. Sixty minutes to the internet point to write notes of congratulations, sleepy mail, I close my eyes on the commas.
I do a lap in front of the station. Terms of the evening I like the pine trees at sunset, when the clouds are dark and the sky purple and a little 'gray. By green pines rise above throbbing flocks of starlings. Thousands and millions, blacks, fill the sky, stand out in the air, drawing the winged forms of space, dotted blacks seem at times fall, ash, and then quickly pull up bouncing on empty to fly higher. Looking to the sky swell like a balloon and the air drill and then get confused and fly away. Sometimes I stop and they fixed a long time, head held high and a hand over his eyes, you never know ... Later on, when the sky is already nearly dark, they come thick gulls. Definitely more gifts in the flight and larger openings in the grayish white of the wings, looking up, maybe play to draw geometric figures, one chasing love to dance, tell the proud fishing adventures of the day. Then all together, when everyone is present disappear in a few seconds behind il frontone del tetto della stazione. Lassù da qualche parte riposano, fino a mattino.
[ Tratto da " Roma senza fissa dimora ", 24 dicembre 2004]
Leggi " Roma città vista di spalle "
0 comments:
Post a Comment