The city expands into something that does not touch. You can walk all day and watch faces chasing their day, you can watch them for hours and imagine their lives. You can do this, you are allowed here, you do not know anything about them, do not know their grandparents, their lives. The city seems to cancel the past of each of them, people with whom you do not have blood ties, sources, friendships.
I saw them as the first time, people, characters in a larger mosaic that crowded as figurines in a crib. The city was my nativity scene, a scene feature on every corner, people's habits, evocative images to look like a spectator in front of the crib and its lights. Until the day that something has changed. The bar downstairs, the sad and lonely woman who searches in the bin overflowing at 15 each morning, the Filipino girl who comes home from school with his brightly colored folder that slowly became a stock, moving from elementary to middle, the old the window that opens up the shutters every morning from 5 years to eight in the morning ... until a few months ago, until he replaced a carer. Who knows how she feels, if all goes well. The Lord of the water that I smile every morning because I've lived here 5 years and 5 years that provides me with water. E 'became real, its lights off the balcony became lanterns for my room on the nights of thoughts. I stopped to spend their nights watching the city that moves. I started to live like her, to be part of her. But I still remember how many times I remained fascinated to watch this incessant movement, thinking of how many stories it contains a reality.
How many different stories and not heard, there were the stories of my country, those have always heard, those that follow in installments because the characters are characters that you're used to it and since affezzionata you were born, when did you spend your first evening in the square beneath the belfry playing "Seven is crushed." These stories were new to me here, six years ago.
The girl hungry for history in front of a nativity scene to be discovered.
It became my home and that sense of satisfaction in opening the door, find the elevator in the hallway after 6 hours, to prepare the tea to fish and mango is probably the thing I wanted for so long. Feel that when you've got a reason you still have the lift on the landing with the lights on and the scent of cologne.
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