Monday 24 January 2011

Saturday 22 January 2011

Je ne sais pas...

This is (not) the new Veto.
I don't know yet...I need time, I have no time.

Væresgo




But grab also this, I found it out a couple of months ago. Two amazing artists together. lovelovelove

Monday 17 January 2011

New location connectioned!

Finally after ten days without internet home I am back on track.
A bit busy due to my danish exams and job, of course.
New location new life? I don't know, my mind is already somewhere up north.

Giorno di revival.

Oggi sono uscita e Nantes non era più quella.

C’è qualcosa nell’aria che mi mette di buon umore e non erano I saldi.

Sembra sia primavera. Oggi pomeriggio in due orette di passeggiata in centro mi sono scorse nella mente almeno cinque città in cui sono stata e ho vissuto.

Mi sono rivista a Bologna, ho rivisto me ai giardini Margherita, in quel periodo dell’anno in cui il bel tempo ritorna e sembra tutto diverso. Un po’ mi manca, più che altro perché è un ricordo credo, ed i ricordi fanno sempre questo effetto. Non mi sono sentita capita, e sono riuscita a farla mia solo in pochi momenti. Non ci torno dal più di due anni. Adesso me la immagino piccola, tenera e facile da vivere. Provinciale, si, provinciale, forse come Nantes per un francese. Forse semplicemente le città universitarie non fanno per me.

Comunque oggi sono passata sull’Erdre e mi è sembrato non più un fiumiciattolo triste, ma una piccola Senna, con tanto di ponte e sponde sulle quali passare serene serata tra amici, come fossimo sul Pont-Neuf.

Ho salito rue Crebillion gremita di gente e mi sono vista rue de Foch a Montpellier. E poi mi sono immaginata il mio bar preferito di cui ahimé non ricordo il nome. Mi sono resa conto di come poco conosca Nantes e quanto poco, in cinque mesi, l’abbia vissuta. Sembra stupido, ma il kir o la birretta delle sei, seduta in un’assolata, anche se fredda, piazzetta a Montpellier mi facevano bene. Pensavo che il tempo non contasse, invece…invece forse conta. Probabilmente i mesi difficili di quest’anno sono quelli della famosa depressione invernale, che ad Aarhus dipendeva più dalla solitudine che dal buio grigiore danese.

Una volta sul bus, ho pensato al mio double daker 8 che per pochi mesi mi ha accompagnato sino a Holborn station a guardare le vetrine, e l’N8 che invece mi riportava a casa dopo il lavoro e dopo le serate in Schorditch.

A dire il vero, ho anche pensato alle città in cui forse vivrò. Ho sbirciato in un vicolo e mi sono ritrovata a Bruxelles. Non che fosse ancora buio, non che quell’angolo di Nantes la ricordasse per forza…Era la voglia di trovare un baretto di quartiere, buio, che sapesse un po’ di legno, dove si parlasse piano e la birra fosse poco cara. Forse la mia mente ha semplicemente unito questo mio desiderio a una città in cui sto pensando di vivere la prossima avventura.

Tuesday 11 January 2011

Absent

New house, old problems.
No internet, Danish exams and some old style socialisation.
Healthy life.

Wednesday 5 January 2011

A musically proficuous day

Just the top of the iceberg

Zoo Kid - Out Getting Ribs from House Anxiety on Vimeo.

City one minutes

It was a long time ago, when I stumbled upon a curious website.
Today it came back to my mind and I decide to talk about it.
cityoneminutes is a Dutch website plenty of videos that trys to describe the 24 hours of a city in 24 minutes. For people like me, those eager to live in n'importe quelle ville, or maybe just extremely curious, this can be a the discovery that makes your day.
Today for example, i went to Utrecht. I was in a club at midnight, I had a stroll in a park early in the morning, I also saw i guy preparing herrings and another eating them. I finally ended up in a bar in front of a sexy underwear shop. Basically I had my little escape from my daily routine in this rainy Nantes. Ah, in Utrecht the weather was even good.

Tuesday 4 January 2011

Italians...at the airport

I just got back in Nantes after my holiday home.
I left yesterday morning from Milan with a direct flight to Nantes.
The airport was pretty busy and even if i got through the check-in desk quite easily, I got stuck in a neverending line at the security point. The queue was so long that i had to walk back upstream for 20 meters, in order to find its end.
I was patiently waiting while getting closer to the stairs, the same stairs i came down to, two guys got into the line just in front of me passing ahead about 50 people.
A girl behind me ironically said " Ah, that's how it works..." and i simply smiled at her nodding with complicity. I thought "That's why this country is coming a cropper. I can bet on who they vote for" But i didn't say a word. Yesterday though, I realize how guilty I was as well. Yes, the fault for my country decadence was also mine. I should have talk, I should have kindly asked " Why are you doing this? Are we all stupid standing in the line?" Simple kindness against typical shoddy Italian slyness...or rather ignorance, the one who rules the country.
This is one of the cases where discretion and prudence are not qualities. One the contrary, they are the early stage of the conspiracy of silence. In Italy we would need more people who care about the sake of the collectivity. I should have talked to make things change. At least i might have offered those guys the chance to doubt about their action. As I didn't, it is sure they are going to do it next time. This one was quite an innocent trick, but it reveals the true essence of nowadays Italian way of thinking and acting. The image of Italy we export abroad. Bloody hard to eradicate as it is now true for the whole Italian society: from the ruling class to the last travelling asshole.