"Passion lives here." Notte Bianca 2006 Turin
"Passion lives here" NOW!
It was the night of farewells for the Olympics in Turin and the heat that once took off the shoes of the usual "sad-city-gray-and-operariai" to put on his noble clothes of a modern city, the Renaissance, Baroque.
Life flows through the streets full of people, people wander in search of something, looking for anything from Piazza Castello to Piazza San Carlo, Via Po, to the river, in Borgo Dora, in San Salvario at Valentino , no goal, nothing to see but ourselves reflected in a thousand different faces and a single conviction: "Passion lives here." All the night until six in the morning, my company has wandered through the bright streets of Turin: Check out Mole Antonelliana. Goal of the evening the great house of Saxony, but before you pack up for the Germans decided to sponsor the village. After a long walk through the crowd, between those who lose and those who lag behind, we come to the first half, "Sponsor Village in Piazza failed state: the queue to enter was not much, but checks by the police first were exasperating to enter, you pass under a metal detector at a time and a thousand strange things, so we decided not exhausting! Second half: CASA Switzerland, centered in the middle. Let's go back to the Medals from Piazza Statuto Places (Ex Piazza Castello), passing through Piazza San Carlo. I lose myself in the middle and it takes fifteen minutes before they find the group under the banner of blue phosphorescent "Reale Mutua" at the end of Via Roma. A House Switzerland foam artificial snow and a beautiful view, it makes the night even more Olympic and winter! Raclette and house music outdoors for everyone. I go up to the lies to sample the delights of the Swiss, but I am a big man stands in the way: Remember to be in Switzerland drew my most stately French, but he does not understand me at all and continue addressing harsh words in "maybe" German . Mah! It is already late, and fatigue becomes significant for many miles. Meta third "place to sit" FAILED. The business of finding a warm place to sit it seemed the easiest, but soon you realize that in reality is more difficult: local crowded, queues just to enter a bar, let alone if you can find a table with ten chairs. And in fact nothing to do. We wander down Via Po I lose myself for a second time. Half an hour after meeting the other to Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. Hungry, thirsty and cold we get into a pub, which goes badly then we stand and our ultimate goal, the legendary "House of Saxony (former rowing club) is near: there would be enough to cross the river on the opposite side of Murazzi. With luck we sit on a comfortable sofa, too comfortable to move and in fact we have left. Between a beer and another (hard-won through the crowd of the bar) will make the four and a half. At five there is the sock idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to attend the 50 km background hoping for a gold medal for Italy (which then will be Giorgio di Centa): fascinating idea, and after careful thought is put aside! Suddenly I carry the main focus of all attention, Saxon House is close, but when we get the final insult: we close the door in my face and turn the lights off of the much-coveted "House of Saxony." It remains only to console me with a mega Panozzo Murazzi.
you return home. Machine. Highway. Autogrill Scarborough: Hooded breakfast brioche. Gate of Aosta. Home. Bed at 8:00 in the morning. In the end the important thing was not a goal, but just go.
