Rome, October 2003
For a while I lived in the San Giovanni district of Rome, a stone’s throw from Piazza Re di Roma. I lived in a very nice apartment aesthetically, but tragically exposed to the north, without balconies, and all the windows faced a school and a busy and noisy street. Every time I could, I would run off to the terrace of the building, meditate, do gymnastics or peek through the windows of the adjoining buildings the people who were preparing for dinner at dusk. I loved the apocalyptic aspect of this peeling and decadent terrace.