leaving.
This fits soo good…
I mean…this song. For Italy! And sundays are here the days of hate (in the name of sport). In Rome this magical event is called derby.
As you know, derby is a match between 2 teams from the same city. (LazioxRoma….InterxMilan). And this is the time for the never-ending contest between you and your enemy(which can be, why not, your boss, your neighbour, the sister of your wife, the local hairdresser..)and you can feel this kind of medieval contest allure all over your neighbourhood.( Screaming, petards, riot included)
But also without any derby italian sundays are all about soccer- I just try to think about it like metaphor of the endless fight- you know, the good vs. the evil, ying and yang, Tom and Jerry…and of course, Lazio-Roma.
And then comes the Church. The sunday mass.
Church, lunch, soccer.
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MAS
What was once- in the 1900’s- the first and the most beautiful department store in the Italian capital city, now became a place trapped in between the parallel universe.
Bizzare. Completlely full of old stuff. Of where-did-they-find-that-thing?! stuff.
Weird team of sales woman from every part of the world(ucraina, bangladesh, romania, india…) with strange kind of uniform.
U can find everything in this place.
I come here for finding peace(an of course 90’s pieces for my closet)…looking at the bizzare circus all around me, of all man-kinds.
White trash, artists, boho-hipsters, homelesses, roman suburb people….
Turn on the radio. I’m comin’ for an meditation. Under the huge crystal chandelier, which is probably the only thing remainded from the glorious past. Genius loci.
