Month: August 2004

Abidjan

Abidjan seems to be a good place where to stay.

This season is always cloudy and not very hot, so that the onset is smoother.

The town is westernised, but I got the impression that are there places and things to discover.

Of course, there are militaries on the road, check-points and the ‘traffic managers’ are heavily armed, but, all considered, the atmosphere is quiet.

I still didn’t get to know the people, but there should be no problem.

I’m looking for an accommodation, furniture, may be a car.

The Ivorian flag is everywhere, similar to the Italian one, but with orange instead of red.

I went to the National Assembly, a nice space. The debate was harsh but ordered.

I am watching for fabrics, they produce a lot of them, and looking for a tie tailor, for the new collection.

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Picerno

I am happy I was born in Lucania. It is a small region in the South of Italy, quiet and still undomesticated.
Picerno is not the smartest village, but the air is fresh, the food is good, and just in front of it lies the Monte Li Foi, surrounded by woods.
Our house is just on the piazza, where life goes on regardless.
All the characteristic figures are disappeared: the goats’ shepherd, the lady wearing the traditional costume, Mastro Vicienzo the local inventor.
The countryside has changed dramatically, especially after the earthquake.
I generally come on Christmas, sometimes in summer, once I came by motorbike.
Today there is a balmy, congenial sunlight.