I just had a go ... but do not tell you what, at least not in this post .... I still have to do some experimenting before you can speak clearly. Suffice it to say that I tried, briefly, about ten minutes.
There is a thread that connects everything, but it's strange ... the last book I read (finished last night, I suggest: "It should not happen" by Anne Holt, Freestyle Einaudi, a noir- Norwegian police, very nice) that I should do (write an article on industrial) to what I would do (photography, painting) I'll start with that (the restoration workshop of furniture that I rented with my friend G.) and more.
Not that I have much clearer ideas but at least I no longer have that feeling of wandering spot.
The image that I put on shows all my doubts ... There was a morning (early) for a couple of years ago, in a little pub in Sarzana or Massa, waiting to board at St. Anna Stazzema. Go there if you have not done. Ride with the civil service. November and a cold wind in spite of previous days inexplicably mild.
A tale of a survivor of the massacre, one morning in August of 1944, a Tuscan-accented gentleman bright-eyed and remembered everything as if it had happened the previous day. The feeling that there are things much bigger than that and not even know that there are people in their journey they had to deal with wars, hunger and starvation. but this did not happen 50 years ago, still happens ...
If I look back now I is linked to another piece. In 2007, I devoted a year ago to discover these things. Before Anne and then Srebrenica. And ancopra beyond me how they can happen.
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