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April 11, 2007 —
Magazine Roma is a periodic magazine born with the goal to document a great metropolis by means of chronicles, people, faces and places. To do this we have chosen to use images, written words and sounds because a city is made of all of this at the same time.
We have employed all of what technology offers at the moment, but mostly the need is the same of that which in every era has pushed man to observe, seek to understand and comprehend others...
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posted by Federico Pace —
April 11, 2007 —
It always starts from an ending. This time it starts from Friday evening. The working week has exhausted its power and each of us rushes for the supermarket. Usually it means to shop for a single meal or for something more. Dinner and breakfast. Few use the cart. The majority chooses one of those green plastic baskets.
Outside the sun set a couple of hours ago...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
April 17, 2007 —
If currently in Rome one newborn in ten is foreign, by 2020 the relationship could be destined to change arriving at one newborn in three. There is no doubt that the foreign presence in Rome has assumed an elevated character of stability. In practise, however, it is rather difficult to provide exact figures. For example: are there more foreigners with a residence permit or illegal immigrants? And how many are not in possession of a lease or regular legal work? The problem was riproposed in all it’s drama after a fire burst out in the Esquilino district on January 12 that cost the life of a Bengali woman and her child...
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posted by Federico Pace —
April 25, 2007 —
To put into action the trolley bus project that from here to a year should cross Via Laurentina, the City Council foresees to sweep away a good number of pines. From fifteen to sixty. Closely examined the trunks of these trees, blackened by smog are thin and ancient, makes you think about the streaked skin of a prehistoric animal. In the traffic island there are greying bushes of oleanders, wastepaper and empty plastic bottles...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
May 02, 2007 —
In a hypothetical classification of the city areas at risk, Termini station would probably not be in one of the last positions. Even though not lacking dangers, it presents an internal resident population in which it is hard to distinguish who needs help from who is simulating a necessity. But the feeling that you get crossing the gallery and even the long corridors that bring to the subway is not of danger...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
May 09, 2007 —
The unstable times of these last days emphasize the metaphysical atmosphere that generally hangs over Aldo Moro square. Early morning and late afternoon are the best moments. The light falls sharply on the travertine creating vast and dense shades. The absence is palpable. Everybody can see what they want.For most of them that were teenagers in the seventies, the circumstance connected to Aldo Moro usually groups into a series of images in black and white...
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posted by Federico Pace —
May 15, 2007 —
A diffuse light illuminates still but not for long of what remains on the border of the evening. When all ends, it seems that the things show their more intimate face. Without anymore superfluous modesty. In the years of Republican Italy, in Piazza San Giovanni met generations of young people and also not so young. For the struggles, for the celebrations...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
May 23, 2007 —
We met a few weeks ago at a rally of bicycle lovers organized by the BiciRoma association in Piazza San Cosimato. What made me curious was his clothing, above all the woollen waistcoat on his shirt. It had nothing to do with the hyper technical suits of those who usually go by bicycle, apart from the age. As soon as I got closer he said something to me, he asked if I was a cross country type...
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posted by Federico Pace —
May 30, 2007 —
Right in the middle of Largo Argentina, in front of a well known bookstore, there is for some time a new shelter. A long crystal roof that covers it darkens with the rays of the sun. Inside, under there, if have a look, you can see the faces of whom has tried to sit and wait.You can see faces of frowning pigeons that are lined up in a row. Nothing is said...
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posted by Monica Pietrangeli —
June 05, 2007 —
At the Pigneto library a few days ago, the section of the Chinese language was inaugurated. It contains books ranging from classic to contemporary novels that are available for the components of the Chinese community. At the Pigneto the experiment of cohabitation appears possible. The third generation of the population that has taken residence here, mix with the teenagers and the children of Italian families that at one time were made up of workers and railwaymen...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
June 13, 2007 —
The gaze went from the window to the courtyard. But there wasn’t even a fugitive caged bird to capture attention. Much less, on the terrace, you could catch a glimpse of someone with an intention to bring in the clothes hanging in the sun. You could hear only the muffled sound of the helicopter blades. So as time passed, as if to avoid your condition of segregation, you asked yourself if that action in the city was a sign of strength or of weakness...
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posted by Federico Pace —
June 20, 2007
Even tomorrow the sky will be clear. Forecasts say the temperature will reach a maximum of 32 degrees. The sun will rise at 5.36 and set at 20.47. Fifteen hours of light. It’s the summer solstice. It’s the day in which the northern hemisphere of the earth shows all its face to the sun. Ryszard Kapuscinski, the Polish reporter and writer that brought his feet to the more disparate places of the world, said that he had never seen a city as bright as Rome.
If someone searches for the character of a city, it’s probable they will find it-as well as in the buildings, in the roads, in the persons and in the odors-even in the precarious space that swirls above us...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
June 27, 2007 —
Living in Rome without being harassed with politics is almost impossible. Yet there is a multitude that is learning to do so, organising its time regardless. They feel a kind of indifference for anyone who governs them. Examples? They are numerous. Take the Critical Mass gatherings. They are spontaneous and transversal. You will find the boy from the community centre to a mother and a father with their child...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
August 01, 2007 —
It’s not only because today is the first of August, a reason for which not many people arrived this morning to pay their last homage in the mortuary chapel prepared in the Capitol. Different in comparison with the crowd of people the day Alberto Sordi died. In fact, in spite of being always considered a teacher abroad, he never has enjoyed great popularity in Italy.Even this is a symptom of the times we live in...
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posted by Federico Pace —
August 09, 2007 —
These evenings you cannot stay indoors. A kind of fever moves your feet. It’s not very warm and the city is not empty as in other years. But when the light of day starts to burn out you really cannot remain between four walls. At this hour on the Tiberine Island, where the Tiber, nearly in shoal, separates in two tongues, the first premises open...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
August 20, 2007 —
Perhaps a tour from above is what is needed to observe this city with different eyes. On the other hand this has to be why people are more indulgent and continue to arrive despite the reception leaves a lot to be desired. The usual people, that look at the data as if they were magic spheres, say that over the previous year it has increased by 16,3%...
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posted by Federico Pace —
August 29, 2007 —
When you arrive on the waterfront, you can see the horizon and you feel some relief. The expanse of water seems a silent tired giant. An endless animal of a thousand faces. A greater reassurance comes when your gaze is lost in the distance, for that which is not seen or imagined: a sail or the reflections on the waves. Instead, towards the ground there are low greyed bushes...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
September 09, 2007 —
Yesterday at six in the afternoon, in Villa Borghese, everything was ready for the usual dawn ritual at the Pincio. It only meant waiting twelve hours. A usually endless time that many have instead spent sleepless, roaming the city. You could already are see herds of youngsters that slowly reached the centre with the same walk that the fans have when they go to the stadium...
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posted by Federico Pace —
September 17, 2007 —
There is long a kind of snake made of steel and toxic fumes that crosses the city. An endless grey metalized line that, without rest, winds its heavy and bulky body among the narrow urban streets. An animal that moves to a slow rhythm puffs and leaves its waste. From early morning, to late evening. A metallic reptile that carries within itself tired men and lonely women.
In Rome there are nearly two millions cars...
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posted by Antonio Carbone —
September 23, 2007 —
Every city has its Palestine. In Rome it runs along the cycle track that borders the Tiber. It just has to be understood when the evacuation operation will also start here. To then transfer in a short time the evacuees in the new camps that are being finished. Beyond the border, obviously. After which they will think about organising everything: new buildings, sewer network, gas, electricity and services...
Friday evening at the supermarketIt always starts from an ending. This time it starts from Friday evening. The working week has exhausted its power and each of us rushes for the supermarket. Usually it means to shop for a single meal or for something more. Dinner and breakfast. Few use the cart. The majority chooses one of those green plastic baskets. Outside the sun set a couple of hours ago...
Piazza Vittorio, the stream nearbyIf currently in Rome one newborn in ten is foreign, by 2020 the relationship could be destined to change arriving at one newborn in three. There is no doubt that the foreign presence in Rome has assumed an elevated character of stability. In practise, however, it is rather difficult to provide exact figures. For example: are there more foreigners with a residence permit or illegal immigrants? And how many are not in possession of a lease or regular legal work? The problem was riproposed in all it’s drama after a fire burst out in the Esquilino district on January 12 that cost the life of a Bengali woman and her child...
The pine trees on the Laurentina and villainous mathematicsTo put into action the trolley bus project that from here to a year should cross Via Laurentina, the City Council foresees to sweep away a good number of pines. From fifteen to sixty. Closely examined the trunks of these trees, blackened by smog are thin and ancient, makes you think about the streaked skin of a prehistoric animal. In the traffic island there are greying bushes of oleanders, wastepaper and empty plastic bottles...
Die at TerminiIn a hypothetical classification of the city areas at risk, Termini station would probably not be in one of the last positions. Even though not lacking dangers, it presents an internal resident population in which it is hard to distinguish who needs help from who is simulating a necessity. But the feeling that you get crossing the gallery and even the long corridors that bring to the subway is not of danger...
The streets of MoroThe unstable times of these last days emphasize the metaphysical atmosphere that generally hangs over Aldo Moro square. Early morning and late afternoon are the best moments. The light falls sharply on the travertine creating vast and dense shades. The absence is palpable. Everybody can see what they want.For most of them that were teenagers in the seventies, the circumstance connected to Aldo Moro usually groups into a series of images in black and white...
Piazza San Giovanni in an evening of MayA diffuse light illuminates still but not for long of what remains on the border of the evening. When all ends, it seems that the things show their more intimate face. Without anymore superfluous modesty. In the years of Republican Italy, in Piazza San Giovanni met generations of young people and also not so young. For the struggles, for the celebrations...
The cross country riderWe met a few weeks ago at a rally of bicycle lovers organized by the BiciRoma association in Piazza San Cosimato. What made me curious was his clothing, above all the woollen waistcoat on his shirt. It had nothing to do with the hyper technical suits of those who usually go by bicycle, apart from the age. As soon as I got closer he said something to me, he asked if I was a cross country type...
Largo Argentina, what remains of a shelterRight in the middle of Largo Argentina, in front of a well known bookstore, there is for some time a new shelter. A long crystal roof that covers it darkens with the rays of the sun. Inside, under there, if have a look, you can see the faces of whom has tried to sit and wait.You can see faces of frowning pigeons that are lined up in a row. Nothing is said...
The Pigneto, the experiment and the preyAt the Pigneto library a few days ago, the section of the Chinese language was inaugurated. It contains books ranging from classic to contemporary novels that are available for the components of the Chinese community. At the Pigneto the experiment of cohabitation appears possible. The third generation of the population that has taken residence here, mix with the teenagers and the children of Italian families that at one time were made up of workers and railwaymen...
A particular dayThe gaze went from the window to the courtyard. But there wasn’t even a fugitive caged bird to capture attention. Much less, on the terrace, you could catch a glimpse of someone with an intention to bring in the clothes hanging in the sun. You could hear only the muffled sound of the helicopter blades. So as time passed, as if to avoid your condition of segregation, you asked yourself if that action in the city was a sign of strength or of weakness...
The solstice in summer and the sky over RomeEven tomorrow the sky will be clear. Forecasts say the temperature will reach a maximum of 32 degrees. The sun will rise at 5.36 and set at 20.47. Fifteen hours of light. It’s the summer solstice. It’s the day in which the northern hemisphere of the earth shows all its face to the sun. Ryszard Kapuscinski, the Polish reporter and writer that brought his feet to the more disparate places of the world, said that he had never seen a city as bright as Rome. If someone searches for the character of a city, it’s probable they will find it-as well as in the buildings, in the roads, in the persons and in the odors-even in the precarious space that swirls above us...
The bicycle, Veltroni and the crisis in politicsLiving in Rome without being harassed with politics is almost impossible. Yet there is a multitude that is learning to do so, organising its time regardless. They feel a kind of indifference for anyone who governs them. Examples? They are numerous. Take the Critical Mass gatherings. They are spontaneous and transversal. You will find the boy from the community centre to a mother and a father with their child...
Bergman and Antonioni departed togetherIt’s not only because today is the first of August, a reason for which not many people arrived this morning to pay their last homage in the mortuary chapel prepared in the Capitol. Different in comparison with the crowd of people the day Alberto Sordi died. In fact, in spite of being always considered a teacher abroad, he never has enjoyed great popularity in Italy.Even this is a symptom of the times we live in...
The river and the borderThese evenings you cannot stay indoors. A kind of fever moves your feet. It’s not very warm and the city is not empty as in other years. But when the light of day starts to burn out you really cannot remain between four walls. At this hour on the Tiberine Island, where the Tiber, nearly in shoal, separates in two tongues, the first premises open...
The foreign cityPerhaps a tour from above is what is needed to observe this city with different eyes. On the other hand this has to be why people are more indulgent and continue to arrive despite the reception leaves a lot to be desired. The usual people, that look at the data as if they were magic spheres, say that over the previous year it has increased by 16,3%...
Ostia, the waterfront and the afternoon fishermenWhen you arrive on the waterfront, you can see the horizon and you feel some relief. The expanse of water seems a silent tired giant. An endless animal of a thousand faces. A greater reassurance comes when your gaze is lost in the distance, for that which is not seen or imagined: a sail or the reflections on the waves. Instead, towards the ground there are low greyed bushes...
The long night and the dead souls of GogolYesterday at six in the afternoon, in Villa Borghese, everything was ready for the usual dawn ritual at the Pincio. It only meant waiting twelve hours. A usually endless time that many have instead spent sleepless, roaming the city. You could already are see herds of youngsters that slowly reached the centre with the same walk that the fans have when they go to the stadium...
The bite of the steel snakeThere is long a kind of snake made of steel and toxic fumes that crosses the city. An endless grey metalized line that, without rest, winds its heavy and bulky body among the narrow urban streets. An animal that moves to a slow rhythm puffs and leaves its waste. From early morning, to late evening. A metallic reptile that carries within itself tired men and lonely women. In Rome there are nearly two millions cars...
Indicator of firesEvery city has its Palestine. In Rome it runs along the cycle track that borders the Tiber. It just has to be understood when the evacuation operation will also start here. To then transfer in a short time the evacuees in the new camps that are being finished. Beyond the border, obviously. After which they will think about organising everything: new buildings, sewer network, gas, electricity and services...