There are cities in the world, few actually, to be considered favors how to present themselves to tourists, for how people welcomed him and the host.
Bologna is one of them. Bologna is a wedding favor.
I spent the night of Dec. 31 in Piazza Maggiore, where, on one side, had set up a stage where they played and sang the glories of the nation: Lucio Dalla, the Negroes and a few more of them do not remember but without the name, therefore, do with a disease.
Lucio, keyboard, expressionless, almost bored, superior, in my opinion with the facial expression now paralyzed by massive doses of Botox and sang the songs that have already given the passage of entire eras geological, and behind, projected on a wall of the building, a huge digital clock beat the time, now the few minutes that indicate the approach of the new year.
Less 3, minus 2, minus 1 ........ BEST WISHES!
An explosion of cheers and joy and happiness fills the whole square. A false joy, in my opinion, made of artificial laughter, a false joy because for the New Year's Eve should be happy and joyful and laughing for the event and the event.
the middle of May Square, two major groups of about a hundred people, trying to catch, with success, the attention on them. The first group of North Africans, tusinini, Moroccans, Algerians - as are all the same as uncivilized - the whole world shouting their joy spumantaccio with bottles in their hands, the second made by Sri Lankan or Indian or Mauritian - so are all the same as useless too - was looking for a smile shared by us natives are now disappeared.
To their delight, the jump was followed by a roll of empty bottles, before the middle of the square, then to some window cracked, but it was joy, fun, quell'inarrestabile will to live.
But Bologna no longer seems a wedding favor, no longer is, but I think most of the Medina or Cairo Tunis or Algiers - so are all the same and city sewage -.
a pity!
And then, after the laughter or the laughter, shouting and vomiting and still
NAUSEA
:-)
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