Roma eterna. The eternal Rome. So much history, so much life, so much death. Whoever says, New York is the City that never sleeps, has clearly not been to Rome… or simply (and sadly) narrows the meaning of sleeping.
Six months. Six months did I live and study Italian in Rome. Six months did I roam its museums, its parks, its churches (more than 900 are there), streets, and shops. Listened to the chatter (il chiacchierare) of its students, shop owners, bus passengers, and tourists. A wonderful time, without a doubt. Yet a tense time as well. Increasingly the pressure in my mind and on my heart “to make the most of it”. Considering Rome’s historical, ecclesiastical, political and, last but surely not least, artistic and cultural importance, my relaxed natural curiosity turned quickly into a sheer panting after the city’s glories, the city’s treasures, the city’s character. “Don’t miss a thing! Now you have the chance to see R.O.M.E!” No day was long enough to see enough. There was so much to discover, to learn, to admire, to reflect on, to soak in. And after a short while a subtle feeling of guilt became part of the package.
The nostalgia that came over me whenever I thought back on that time surpassed each “typical” nostalgia that people normally have: nostalgia back to the days where we were younger, or healthier, more free, more spontaneous, or simply in a different country. But this nostalgia was more. A Life-nostalgia. Having become a parable for life in general, these six months in Rome opened up thought perspectives and questions on all areas of life, mostly not offering an accompanying answer. These six months happened Continue reading