In winter when the sky is still dark, the city begins to wake up. At dawn, the drivers, the bakers, the janitors, the teachers, the office employees, the newsagents and the bartenders take to the streets.
Coming from ethnically different experiences two different families of people meet: there are those who are yawning and finishing or under the influence of some substance, making their way back home and there those who after having swallowed their first in a long series of cups of coffee, laboriously begin the day.
Shifts of work and life.
Shortly after a new dawn will rise.
For those who can stop to observe it, Rome presents one of its best moments.
Traffic, the great enemy of the Romans, is rarefied; the gardens are empty, the buildings as well as the shutters of most shops are still closed; the speed of the cars, although they rarely are not trapped in tired yet hysterical queues, seems paradoxically more dynamic.
The sky slowly becoming pale blue with some rosy flashes on the horizon, heralds a sunny day with a clearness that the west wind donates, making the air breathable,
In the short time before the smog control units will soon sound the alarm.
(from ‘Roma Nord’ by Elena Dall’Oro – Palombi Editori)
