Trapped

I can’t help it: I’m totally fascinated by old books. There’s something magic in those little humble second-hand bookstores, which invites me to spend my time there to look for that special book. That life-changing book.  

Like the great J. L. Borges once said: 

 Like all men of the Library, I have traveled in my youth; I have wandered in search of a book, perhaps the catalogue of catalogues; now that my eyes can hardly decipher what I write, I am preparing to die just a few leagues from the hexagon in which I was born. Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite. I say that the Library is unending.

Chilling on the blocks

Just some white wolves

Towards the light

Berlin

Berlin, July 2011

Bahnhof Friedrichstrasse

Berlin, somewhere in Kreuzberg

zombie staircase

Waiting for the U-Bahn

Art house Tacheles, Berlin

I’m back to Rome! Currently enjoying a couple of totally lazy days before going back to work for one week. My trip to Berlin has been nothing short of amazing. I had been there already but this time I had the opportunity to walk around and visit some of the most famous districts taking as much time as I was feeling I would need. Some crazy things happened like I was interviewed by the german newspaper Bild and after a few days an ultrawideangle photo of my face (how ugly!) was there, in the middle of the page of one of the most widespread tabloids in the world…

I came back home with 10 rolls of black and white film. It’ll take a while before I develop and scan all of them, but I’ll be posting new photos soon: I just developed the first two rolls which are now hanging in my closet. 

Well, I need to catch up now with all your blogs, how have you been?