posted by Antonio Carbone —
August 17, 2009
400, 500, 600... how many kilometres, at a minimum, you must be away from home to be considered a foreigner? Having done in the past few hundreds too, for reasons of work, sometimes I ask myself this question. Like now that I am on the beach, just over 100 kilometres from Rome, and I can not help but dwell on the faces of the dense rank of vendors, who paraded in front of me every few minutes apart.
To reach this place, this early morning, I took the regional train that goes to Pisa...
Purchases of Mid-August: the vu’ cumpra’ through the streets of Rome and on the beach400, 500, 600... how many kilometres, at a minimum, you must be away from home to be considered a foreigner? Having done in the past few hundreds too, for reasons of work, sometimes I ask myself this question. Like now that I am on the beach, just over 100 kilometres from Rome, and I can not help but dwell on the faces of the dense rank of vendors, who paraded in front of me every few minutes apart. To reach this place, this early morning, I took the regional train that goes to Pisa...