Pedal past six hours and I could not find even a story to tell.
Imagine the disappointment of a fisherman who pulls on a empty net.
In my case, count your luck, the mood, but also the winter because it gets dark early these days, and five can no longer take pictures.
But Milan is full of places, events and characters from the flooded underground magma that have the force of the news, I am sure, but as I reach them if you do not know them? Mica send signals, not appear out of nowhere like ghosts ...
But an hour from sunset to a range of clay turns into Via Porec, among the dead leaves of a courtyard, a heaven of his own color. Hung on the fence there a blue sign with an inscription: "Comuna Baires. It will not be a house of the spirits as the Luna Park? And as a scare should exchange for a story I start walking towards the direction indicated, in the wake of the scarecrow.
END
(Baires is a contraction of Buenos Aires. In a nondescript red brick building I find a theater company founded by an Argentine junta in Italy in 1972. In the basement rooms of a former factory windows have made The lounge and bar atmospheres jazz, dim light on the walls filled with posters, photographs and old musical instruments attached to the nails. The painter Claudio Jaccarino me describing the activities of communication, then tells me: "I turn to Milan, I show it to you." And in this dim light, including posters and worn by Charlie Chaplin, Che Guevara and Giacinto Facchetti, has the flavor of a confession subversive. Opens an album with his pictures, there is a move to Giovanni Bellini, Piazza Vetra in a snowstorm and an assortment of tram. "How beautiful, you know that sell them used to the city of Los Angeles?")
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