fake glasses: May 3, 2008

Saturday, May 3, 2008

I believe I can fly....

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

I think about it every night and day

Spread my wings and fly away

yes, i believe i can fly...

14.57 (GMT +3): i got THE call!

I can fly

I can fly, hey

If I just spread my wings

I can fly

Fly-eye-eye

places i've been living in

Pescara (Italia): where i was born from sweet mum and moody dad
Parma (2001)
Venezia (Italia): where i've been sweating to accomplish a bizarre university course (2002-2005)
Paris (France) x 2: for my happy Erasmus program (2003-2004) and then for work: Arab Art (2005-2006) + several trips to see mon perdu amour
Cairo (Egypt) x 2: in 2004 and in 2005... studying (but i'm not gonna say what!)
Abu Dhabi (United Arab Emirates): where i'm living since May 2007, for an internship in the Italian Embassy and then working in an advertising company. and teaching Italian, of course!

22 million inhabitants! 22 millions! Cairo is a city, but it could easily be a Country on its own: more than 1/3 of Italy’s inhabitants...
Or it could easily be a world on its own, given the range of lives one can find there: 22 million of existences each different from the other. And all these 22 millions seems to gather on the freeway just when you have to go from an edge of the city to the other... in practice every morning, to go to school.
If hell would have a circle of the drivers, it would be Cairo flyover during summer.
But Cairo is not only a city, it is a mental status: the time spent in Cairo appears to me as hung on the whole of times creating world memory. Cairo is a city suspended in the desert and living in Cairo was like living a life suspended in time. It was like living in a bubble, completely out of the Western space-time concept. I felt a kind of goldfish in a dry spot, surrounded by a multitude of other fishes already evolved in a darwinian way to garantee their survival by adapting to the enviroment. But I couldn’t adapt so easily, I was too astonished by that huge bubble I was living in and where actually the time had stopped: in an half hour I could shift from the Pyramids to a wild traffic jam, to the peacefullness of al-Azhar, to the over-crowded City of Dead to a perfectly American-style disco. And outside, desert only.

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Saturday, May 3, 2008

I believe I can fly....

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