Category: On the road
W as walking
Walking is important in my life, even if I am quite a lazy character.
There is this song by Gaber that says the road is the only salvation.
Several times I felt that way. That going on the road could help to redefine its own objectives or help overcoming difficult periods.
I walked a lot with the scouts, normally going up somewhere. It was before the use of the ‘trekking’ vocabulary, before decathlon, when the equipment was rather bought second-hand from old military stuff.
I didn’t reach any exciting destination, several times stopped before getting the top of a mountain but this is not really the point. Not for me, at least.
Doing less road since I am working in offices, but also going from country to country for the job was a sort of walking exercise.
Still, starting, getting into action has never been simple and I need indeed a clear goal to get into motion; I am never tempted by wandering without a plan.
I described elsewhere how after the fifties I got back to a tour with rucksack and tent and my try at Camino de Santiago.
Hope to have time and energy to do more.
Via D’Amelio. Palermo.
Not to forget.
We need a new karlmarx
Trip on Ryanair. Ashamed for the stewards transformed in peddlers and obliged to fill any minute with recommendations to buy something. A new ‘proletariat’ is emerging, made of precarious job, intermittent contracts, freedom to fire workers, ridicoulous salaries, migrants exploitation. We need a new karlmarx to explain what’s happening. And I hope this time will be a woman.
Original image from peopleworld.com
Christmas tree
In the place were we are living at present (rue François Delcoigne) the municipality is planting trees all along the street.
Getting old
Today on the subway a girl offered me her seat.
New year new book
Another year has passed, then.
Approaching a third life
During my first life I evolved in a very tiny area including all the places I had to go to (schools, home, civil service, university, boy scouts, the first job). It was an area of approximately 10 square kilometres.
In my second life I travelled the world: more than 20 countries in 4 continents (missing Oceania and Antarctic). Here is the list: Cambodia, South Africa, Mozambique, Macedonia, Guatemala, Bosnia, Albania, Palestine, Spain, UK, Chad, Togo, Cambodia, Botswana, Moldova, Bangladesh, Madagascar, Ecuador, Indonesia, Malawi, Belgium, Cambodia again, Ivory Coast (twice), Congo, Venezuela).
As for now, I am close to my third life; for the first time an indeterminate-time contract (‘il posto’), pension scheme, paid holidays, etc.
I should stay 4 years in the same place and then swap over to another country, for 3 or 4 times, until getting to my 4th life.
(à suivre)?..
Results
On April the 2nd 2004 I denounced in the blog “500 redundant meters” the painful trip passengers coming from or going to the Airport were obliged to do in order to get the train to Fiumicino.
The complaint was successful and after only three years (almost) the trains stops now on a regular way.
Still no way to get a ticket from the automatic machines, though.
Riferimenti: See the previous blog
Appeal: give floors a chance
Coming back from Ivory Coast I brought with me some of the paintings I drew down there. Not master pieces, but meaningful (for myself, of course?).
As there was not any room to hang them on our few walls, I did place one of them by the entrance door, in the floor.
It was a good idea, I think, contributing some colour to the floor space (normally quite anonymous if not hideous) and some elements (just few of them) to allow people passing by (not a lot at the eleventh and last floor) to understand what kind of people is living there (here).
That’s why I am launching this appeal to every tenant: get brushes and canvases, paint anything you feel (better if colourful), set a nail on the community wall (beware of administrators) and enjoy every homecoming since.
Bye bye.
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