Verona traffic break
Leaving Erfurt, where I decided to stay for some days together with my daughters and my sister for a few days. The Hostel was a good place to be with a lot of open-minded and friendly people. Unimaginable that Erfurt faced a parade of Neo-Nazis just some days ago and . Then visiting the local public swimming pool the other day, I saw a man, and his right-sided breast showed a tattoo of Nazi-Regime’s symbols. No-one seemed to care. No-one protested. I just had to get out as I felt like I can’t stand to share the same water with him. Leaving Erfurt in the morning hour. The room I leave behind somehow looked like a prison cell to me.
Body sale out of my window
Out of my window I can see a parade of men passing by every day and night. “Salle climatisée”, “Cabines individuelles”, “Promo Gay” in red and flashy orange are the messages you can read under the classic “Interdit au moins de 18 ans” (prohibited under 18). Old, elegant, fat, handsome, hurried or calm, some of them clumsily open the door looking at both sides of the street, others get in and out many times during a day. Sometimes, generally sunday night, there are groups of them smoking, laughing, talking outside.
Maybe in a parallel world there’s a group of women outside…
The rain started at 1am and it’s still raining. I hate that wheater. Where is the sun in may?
This is in my favourite rest stop.
My own little silent haven from the world when it gets a bit too much.
The light is warm and cozy, and melting away into it is all I want to do when Im there.
Well yesterday was just one of those days. The kind when you don’t want to get out of bed in the morning because you just know everything is going to go wrong. My whole year has basically been like this–having to get up for school and work. All I want to do is sleep in.
This is the window of my house which will shortly become a studio! Is May. Outside, beyond the cold (in May!), There are rumors of a bustling city, not the usual tourists but rare Assisi who populate this hidden place: the streets were filled with wagons and banners walls of buildings in a medieval parade. I would be with them every so often, I’ll cut the bars …
I thought that maybe I would go out and take some photos around lunch time today. But it’s raining as you can see through my kitchen window. So, I’ll stay inside and take a photo of my window.
The window is part of a reportage in Romagnano Mount, a small village in Salerno, which was completely abandoned after the devastating earthquake in Irpinia 1980. Everything is just as they left the houses, some still with old time pottery, rags and pieces of clothes, shoes … notebooks, memories of a past frozen in time …
The windows, in sharp contrast to the decadent atmosphere of the place, an immense landscape that stretches out of sight in the mountains of Basilicata, everything makes this place so disturbingly surreal and fascinating.