THE VIEW FROM MY BALCONY, ROME
On the 25th of May 2015, Richard, Ricardo, Tamalog and I left my home in Rome with the purpose to reach Athens, walking, crossing the South of Italy. Each one had his reason. I did it because of Love.
When you walk you have all the time of the world to stop, to think, to observe. In this way I had the possibility to find the beauty in unexpected places: in the squalor of the Roman coast, in the empty night bars of Torvaianica or in a run-down structure such as Anzio’s Casino.
Slowly, slowly we reached Gaeta, we had no place where to sleep and no chance to put our tent anywhere. As we were meeting people, we were telling them of our story. They were offering free stuff, meals and free drinks. In here a very kind man basically offered us a dinner and a night in his hotel. Having a real shower after weeks it has been amazing.
We arrived in the deep south, passing through dozens of villages. Everything seems to be frozen in time. I remember asking a kid: “why is the town center abandoned?”. “it’s because of an earthquake”. “I see. And when did this happen?” I asked. The kid replied to me: “Oh, it’s a recent thing, this happened in the 80’s”.
And it was actually terrible. I no longer was with my friends. Everything was harder. No-one cared about me as that part of Greece is pretty touristic and they thought I was just another tourist. I was walking a lot in order to reach Athens as soon as possible. This picture was taken whilst feeling miserable around Aigio. I was watching a family having a good dinner and laughing. Mitropanos was playing and I was leaning with my back on my backpack, trying to fall asleep under the blue sky.
On the 14th of July, I arrived in Athens after more than 50 days walking. It was finished. I felt horrible. The same night my body stopped giving a fuck and abandoned me for a few seconds. I fainted from tiredness. I guess it was normal. Nevertheless I never told her what I did, I couldn’t find a way.
Today I have some serious problems passing through the places that I crossed walking. Too many memories, too romantic even for myself. I cannot look outside of the car/bus window thinking that one day I walked that road with a heavy bag on my shoulders, a lizard in my hands and hope in my heart. It is too much to handle.
May 26, 2015