…The Great Beauty!
But there’s more to Rome than what Paolo Sorrentino showed in his movie. A Rome very different, dirty and cahotic, the sort of place you don’t want to live in. The b log Romafaschifo has arranged some images of this other Rome, with bits from th movie.
You may dream of the “Queen” scenario…
But you coul end up in what the “Romafaschifo” (Rome sucks) blog has found visiting the bike “lane” that lies on yhe banks of river Tiber:
ATAC is the company that manages public transport in Rome. It seems like 1.400 of its employees do not show up for work due to health problems. Every day.
Here’s the tranlated post from Il Messaggero, biggest daily newspaper of Rome-
“I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.”
The famous line by Groucho Marx (here’s the story behind it) came to my mind watching the newly appointed Italian prime minister Matteo Renzi, presenting his cabinet in the Italian Senate earlier today. He was addressing a “club” that he can’t be part of, as you have to be 40 to be elected to the Senate.
Corriere.it has the story of a monumental installation (3 meters by 3) that artist Francesco Visalli has placed – without any authorization – in front of Circo Massimo, right in the center of the largest archeological area in Rome. Few meters from the Campidoglio, the Rome City Council. It took over 2 months before someone started asking questions.
The Mayor of Nughedu Santa Vittoria, a small village in the mounatin of Sardinia, is using smoke signs to show the world that his village is not reached by by ADSL lines, or 3G cellular connection. In case you didn’t think about it… that mean no POS, credit cards, no… nothing.
Frank Bruni, Op-Ed columnist at the NYT, writes about what he saw coming back to Italy, and waht the italians told him.
But the arias have been different this time around. The whole mood has. Ask Italian students what awaits them on the far side of their degrees and they shrug. Ask their parents when or how Italy will turn the corner and you get the same expression of bafflement. You hear more than you did 10 or even five years ago about migrations to Britain, to the United States. You hear less faith in tomorrow.