The foreign city

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%.

Go to the wagons for victory. This comes to mind crossing the city on one of the many open buses that, in these days of August, circulate as pachyderms on desert roads. The feeling in fact is triumphant, similar to what an emperor would have experienced returning from a military campaign that had a positive result. You feel like rolling up your sleeves and waving with enthusiasm.

They are nearly all foreigners. The few Italians, they are tourists. Who knows why a Roman does not indulge in this enjoyment. They prefer this tour in London. It is probably an illusion of knowing the city well. But also the conviction that the point of view does not change if you move a few meters. Instead, that is not true. It is as if the roads, the plazas of this city, more than any other European capital, have been planned for a welcome from above. A ride in a carriage barely gives you the idea. The triumphant aspect is lacking. Like a parade. The same way the Americans would have felt when they entered as liberators.