With the passage of time and 'established an' idea, a specific project that did not give anything to chance.
A house, a job, a new life.
Soon I realized that not everything always runs the right way.
Saturday morning program ... in yet another trip to New York City to search for these truths' are now well established in the mind.
decided to take a break after these hectic days of treasure hunting.
Spend a day away from the metropolis with Rob and Joe in places postcard.
not a choice so 'painful after all.
The fresh wind of the mountains greeted us in the warm afternoon weblog North Lake City, a short game sweep ... Joe teach the basics ... short ... spend time
After the fifth hand, Joe proposed to observe the landscape on top of the mountain so called "Rock the sunset."
Perche 'no? I thought
After a long journey through nature, not contaminated by modernity ', we made a short stop on the "Rock Artist" for rest & more' in spirit and in the legs.
The sunset was now at hand and we had to hurry.
artistic veins We left for other patrons of rocks and continued on our way.
Joe decided not to follow traditional paths is suddenly a new Reinhold Messner, decided to climb the wall below our ultimate goal for the day.
If man created the paths there will be 'a reason, I thought ...
Without much shaking, myself, and finally to the faithful Rob giungettero both agonist summit.
The landscape is prostrate at our feet seemed to suggest the ambiguity 'of man and his conception of space.
front of such great magnificence, Rob could not hold back and let 'a tangible sign of his presence.
The sunset was approaching and there was within me a new idea, a guide to what should have been this day.
month was close at hand and not having got what I wanted was clear that the best days were yet to arrive ...
but then ...
I thought how did I get here.
to observe the sunset on this rock in America.
A journey that started two years before on a freezer in Milan during a rainy Friday 'in September.
the evening that I realized that I had to change something ...
A trip I thought ...
to where and what was not a problem.
And so the party ', without definite destination and without illusions, ended up being plunged into a new perspective made up of people and places never seen before.
... I realized that I had a bad start for America.
arrived with so many projects ...
but the projects are like a sheet in front of a window ...
I realized, before the truth 'of this sunset, that only retracing my steps I would get something.
decided to repeat the experience Paris in the Big Apple,
the hostel, people and meetings, large and small slamming.
But above all, have no fixed point in the head, but a large closet to store experiences every day.
Unfortunately, the house that way 'so I had hoped to be free was already' occupied.
and to make matters worse the old asked at least 6 months of rent ...
but never mind ...
resigned to the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving a room without windows usually took the train from Beacon city followed by all the junk behind portatomi Italy.
a huge suitcase, a backpack and an inflatable bed / TOTAL 52 KG
The airbed was necessary because 'in MISUSE room as my friend Michel (the Dominican Monza) assured me that was free that day, unfortunately there was no bed ... (as Americans conceive of a house remains a mystery ...)
The weight of the luggage was already committed to 'feel the entrance to the subway, but confident that soon I would have entrusted a safe place I took my way between fantozziane scenes and several "I'm sorry ..."
agency Michel arrived in port I 'to see this famous room along the 174esima, beautiful place I have to admit.
Unfortunately the owner was absent.
took advantage for a coffee 'Starbucks drinking on the streets of the Bronx ...
We were confident that soon he would have arranged everything.
3 hours after you submit agency in this girl of color, the lady of the house in slippers and hair tied with a pink handkerchief.
It will 'wake up ill that morning, or only god knows, the fact is that decided that the weekly payment of $ 150 did not like most' well.
Mrs. wanted $ 600 for the first month, more 'other $ 600 dollar deposit and other $ 600 as compensation for the agency ... a total of 1800 pieces round round.
hands in their pockets I knew it was a figure from Star Wars to myself.
And here we are at crossroads.
Only in New York 52 kg of luggage nowhere to go
Avro 'loose something in the hearts of these, were busy to find a ... at least for the night. Michel
I swear 'I would not be left in the street that night ...
poor Michel
was wrong ... I call 'even the mother of his head to see if he could find a room for the night ...
nothing.
the Beach was a hostel.
I drove more than 'close ...
closed
There was' nothing to do,
got out ... they apologized.
vabbe 'poor people ... they have to blame them ...
I took the subway and went down along the 173esima in the Bronx in search of a hostel (Do not forget the bags of 52 kg ...)
was already 'the dark and the Cubans in the streets looking dazed the passage of this strange wanderer puffing, bulging eyes and hair soaked with sweat.
not a great show ... we understood
first arrived at the hostel, the Highbridge House, I found only one chain to expect ...
open from 7 to 20 were .... 21:30 ...
Shit!
I tried to look for another on the 95th .... but nothing will
'was the mist before my eyes because of fatigue or perhaps the resignation of a day turned bad ... fact is that I found it.
the Beach was the Grand central station dove miracolosamente trovai l'ultimo treno per tornare a Fishkill da Rob.
Nella mezzora di tempo che rimaneva prima della partenza praticai un po' di sana "scuola monza" nell'unico bar aperto della stazione.
Le due sbarbate che lavoravano dietro al bancone cominciarono a farmi domande...
Una nera da mozzafiato e una bianca senza pretese...
Dopo aver saputo che ero italiano come due stupide si misero a ridacchiare e parlare nelle orecchie...
pff..
Se mi trovavano affascinante in quelle condizioni mi immagino a che tipi sono abituati...
vabbe'...
Finito la misera cena le salutai...
la nera mi fece l'occhiolino e ricambiai.
Roba da tornarci in giorni migliori...
Sul treno la citta' scorreva via nuovamente in direzione ormai familiare.
Sfinito sprofondai lungo i sedili fissando lo scorrere della notte dal finestrino.
La battaglia oggi e' persa,pensai....
ma questa dannata casa prima o poi la conquistero'!
Giovedi' mattina il treno direzione Grand Central Station era piu' affollato del solito.
Trovai posto di fianco a una giovane madre portoricana e al suo marmocchio.
Dopo i soliti convenevoli e lo stupore, ormai quasi un marchio di fabbrica, sul fatto dell'essere italiano,mi pose la fatidica question:
"What are you looking for in New York City?"
and promptly replied: "I'm here to findhouse!"
We have not yet fully with the pronunciation ... but this is not 'a problem.
Goodbye and goodluck on the part of a young mother and down 'along Harlem. Directorate 145th Avenue.
http://newyork.craigslist.org The night before on the site I found a small agency that was offering rooms from $ 100 per week ...
I could not miss the chance.
I found out the place ... only now I'm amazed to think that in such a 'short time I figured out how to work the streets New Yorkers ...
I received this guy my own age ', mulatto color, shirt with short sleeves and large dark glasses to cover his left eye swollen from who knows' which hand is not just a friend ...
He said that there was a room just down the 145esima but that 'it cost $ 600 per month.
He pointed to 'the place, just across the street, and I leave' at the mercy of the manager of the building, an old color that seemed straight out of a prison or who knows' what ... climbed the two floors of the building through a small hallway to brighten bellemmeglio.
The old man stood before the door and open '.
materializes in front of me 'sadness made bedroom.
6 square meters, a mattress and a mini wardrobe.
No windows.
The buzz of the tiny light bulb in the ceiling and stains of unknown origin increased the gloom along the walls of this hut Harlem.
"You like?" I asked the old man as if to say that it was his strong point ...
"It'..." I said false,
"But 'I'd like to have a window .... sa'.... I'm Italian!"
"Ah! Italian! There 'I have a room with the window!" answered promptly
The second room had the window not ... I question this.
Too bad there was only the window.
No bed, no furniture ...
"Excuse me but ... the bed? "I asked slyly
" Ah ... the bed and 'your problem ...."
Excellent ... $ 600 per month for four walls and a window for a moment ...
decline 'depression on yours truly ..
returned to the agency realize that I was not exactly the best of life that room ...
Then they told me to wait for the arrival of this girl who spoke Italian, so' he could better understand what I wanted ... I took advantage
to tour the nearby Bronx, spectacular scenery, humanity 'that transpires in every corner, external fire escapes decorated with flags of every color and country. Along the giant clouds of sidewalks children e vecchi seduti ai tavoli a giocare a dominio...
Ma del Bronx ne parlero' un altra volta...per il momento pensiamo alla casa.
Tornato in agenzia mi attendeva Michel,
giovane dominicana color caffelatte,
la generosita' del portamento me la dicevano simpatica.
Parlava un buon italiano.
Gli chiesi dove avesse imparato cosi' bene a parlare la mia lingua.
"Ho vissuto un anno in Italia insieme alla mia famiglia e al mio ragazzo(..)
pero' li' mi annoiavo troppo e non c'era lavoro... cosi' ho deciso di tornare a New york..."
"...quindi hai vissuto in Italia...e dove di preciso?" chiesi
"In a city 'near Milan ... "...
" Monza is called "absurd
...
Wonder shine' from her eyes when I told him that it was from them 'I arrived So ...
'showed me the pants he was wearing ...
bought them from Zadar in the center!
spent so' from 145th Avenue to Corso Milano
... If you pass the station and see of Dominicans are sure his family and his type.
He said that there were no opportunities in Monza '... that for years has sought work in vain and that they' ... everything closes early
"So boooring 'repeats' spasmodically.
Dominicans also understand what it means to be in Monza ... Obtained a degree of intimacy
'offered me a solution other than having a few hours before dive ..
"Do you like the Bronx?" he asked, smiling
"Look ... I lived a couple of years ... and queso apartment 'of an elderly woman for $ 500 per month offers a apparmento with:
2 sofa bed a great inside kitchen cabinet cable television and 2 windows overlooking Yankee Stadium!
"2 windows! a miracle! "I said, slumped in his black leather sofa.
Rise Ah ... and then you can take all the girls who want this apartment !"... The
sa 'long-Michel ....
Provo 'to call the old .... unfortunately in vain ...
caput
phone off ... We were in agreement that he would know just something I would have called.
greeted her warmly and went along my way ...
The day after my name '...
Nothing yet ...
Appointment Monday 'morning and see what you can' do ...
decided to make sense of this rainy day and independence.
With Rob we went from our home for venture along roads never traveled before.
The car was still at the mechanic and then compelled by this unfortunate event, we walked along the avenue towards Beacon 9h city.
Hoping for an unlikely bus along the road for long, but without success.
The rain became thin and sharp, but not unbearable. Along the way
elements pseudoerotici us back to rediscover humanity 'of these places forgotten by the Lord.
The car sped a few centimeters since 'the streets in America are not designed for a population to pace marching.
various legs retreated only after the fourth mile, in these circumstances the mere mention of the more 'and less able to deflect the despair for a moment.
Liberation of seeing the station after a trek like no other.
Fate allowed us to have a shelter, albeit modest, expansion of the rain falling.
After having sold $ 22 ticket machine at Our Lady, appostai to me mo 'of vultures watching the trains run along the tracks. A vague voice heard over the years permeated the mind ..
"Monza. Stazione di Monza ..."
An hour and a half 'later the scene changed' dramatically. From the sad province
the immensity of the caput mundi.
We passed through Harlem and attention could not focus on buildings with outside staircases that are part of our imagination, but live reserves a particular emotion ... the first time as they say ...
arrive in Central Station there was an atmosphere family people departing and arriving trains turisti in affanno di foto ricordo. Immense bandiere a stelle e strisce sovrastavano i presenti come a ricordar loro di essere sul suolo della sola superpotenza rimasta.
E poi eccola qui.
La Grande mela,l'Ombelico del mondo,la citta' che non dorme mai:
si mostra in tutto il suo splendore,
nella sua grandiosita' che ti lascia a terra,
palazzi che accarezzano le nuvole cariche di pioggia
la promisquita' della sua gente,
il movimento,la diversita',la vita.
Nubi di fumo denso bianco inondano le strade. I profumi si confondono ad ogni angolo,
il mare di luci inebria la mente e ti fa sentire come sotto l'effetto di una droga cosi' potente ma cosi' piacevole.
In ogni direzione persone come formiche impazzite, alla ricerca di chissa' chi o cosa.
La retorica sentita cosi' tante volte da gente che non ha mai guardato aldila' del proprio muro sembra cosi' lontana.
Soltanto il fedele compagno di viaggio mi riporto' alla realta',
cominciammo a camminare in direzione sconosciuta,
entrambi assuefatti dalla cosi' tanta mole di autenticita', found refuge in a double smoothie drink along Times Square.
regain balance and a sense of the journey, we walked along 42nd Street toward the Hudson river.
waited the famous fireworks on July 4, unfortunately in vain.
Cancelled due to rain,
Meanwhile, in the distance, the sky glowed with the New Jersey fireworks and more confidence in their own ability ...
In return the town 'bright as day showed us' the reason for this notoriety'.
(Nico! not know your business calabbresi shrimp!)
Along Broadway, Rob showed me 'the most' famous Japanese restaurant in town ', so take advantage ' to enjoy the delicacies of the rising sun. The last time I ate sushi I was along Nevsky Prospekt in St. Petersburg ... but that 'another country and another story ... fact remains that had been so long since I ate sushi, almost a year!
exiting the Ruby Foo's I took a last look at Times Square and then down 'on the New York subway.
The disentangling of the many lines,
endless channels of passage,
the stream of people like you around un onda che si infrange a riva,
il perdersi in questa giungla di metallo,sudore e modernita'.
La sensazione piacevole dell'avere una scelta,
di sapere che qualunque strada percorrerai
la destinazione sara' una affascinante incognita.
Sul treno di ritorno
la city sfilava via nell'oscurita' della notte
lasciando spazio a scenari rustici,
lontani dalla contemporaneita'.
Un ritorno forzato dalle evenienze.
L'ora tarda e l'assenza di qualunque forma di vita presso la stazione di Beacon city presagiva scenari lontani dalla comodita' della casetta di Fishkill.
Ne autobus ne taxi potevano correrci in aiuto.
Rob provo' a chiamare al centralino.
Invano.
Scoprimmo che il 4 Luglio per gli americani vuol dire riposo e non patriottismo viscerale...
Come i protagonisti di una novella di Jack Kerouac
ci incamminammo along the road.
La stanchezza si faceva sentire piu' dell'andata.
La pioggia divenne piu' rabbiosa e non ci aiuto' nella sfacchinata.
Al secondo miglio,appena usciti da Beacon city trovammo rifugio in un Dinner, tipico ristorante on the road americano
aperto tutta la notte...grazie di esistere!
Ne approfittai per un buon caffe' e per un bagel with creamcheese che tanto mi piace!
Davanti al pasto notturno ripercorremmo tutta la giornata,
che nonostante le difficolta',
era una giornata da ricordare.
Uscimmo che le 3 del mattino avevano gia' bussato alla porta della notte da un bel pezzo.
La strada deserta illuminata dai semafori pendenti lasciavano un alone di luminescenza che ci riportava alla luce della citta' but that just left all night and ' been present in our dreams and those to come.
