29 august London (ENGLAND)

Today I have jumped in the legendary: Carnaby Street. What a disappointment!

The last time I was here it was considered as one of the most cool, artistic, crazy and alternative roads of the whole England and now I find it completely transformed! There are no more street artists who perform everywhere, not more shops selling the most absurd things, they have been replaced by classic denials of the franchise (Tommy Hilfiger, Wed, G-Star, Nike, etc..) Remain, almost like an old and forgotten totem, the two arches welcome at the two entrances of the street and the great mosaic in a small lane.

What a disappointment. I will try at Harrods.
Harrods is a riot of exteriority. You can find everything. Bigger than "KaDeWe" of Berlin and more elegant than "Lafayette" in Paris.
The thing that struck me is that moving from one room to another, suddenly everything changed… The colours, decorations, people, music changed… I felt a strange sensation: I seemed to be in a television where every time someone changed the channel. And here I am surrounded by luxurious leather suitcases... Click… A bar for children where in addition to games and a great big-screen projected 24 hours on 24 cartoons, the bar man prepares drinks only for them... Click… A big supermarket that sold everything, from Parma ham to "Mozart balls" and each product coming directly by the local production… Click... Perfumeries with a massage for free test… Click... Mobile stairs with a tenor and a soprano who played wonderful operas! What goose skin… Pomp! And it's true when they say that: "At Harrods you can find from a pin to an elephant!"

 

30 august London (ENGLAND)

Evening at Apollo Victoria Theatre... We admired a marvellous musical "Wicked." It showed the history of life of the witch protagonist of "Wizard of Oz"... Congratulations to the director for the fervid imagination and fantasy but above all the dancers-singers and the directors of the musical orchestra (strictly live)...

31 august Oxford (ENGLAND)

 

Here I am inbound Oxford.

The famous university town welcomes us with a slight light rain and her sea of bicycles that adorn the railway station...

Although nine years have passed since the last time I have been here but I must admit that there haven't been many changes...

The "Oxford Pub" is always there even if it has changed its name into: "The Cape of Good Hope." From there I begin searching my old friend Whiff...

I enter this pub and millions of memories immediately come to my memory... I start to ask here and there, news of my old friend but nobody seems to remember him... Maybe too much time has gone... I am about to go away when suddenly a girl says that perhaps she knows where he works now... He joined the management of the bar of the sport center of a college not far from there... A certain "Brookes University" My eyes light up again! That's my old college!

I'm very curious to see my old college again after so long...

It 's a bit desert now... The courses have not yet begun... In the sport center there is a great celebration of the Filipino community of Oxfordshire... I stroll a little here and there among my memories... I sit down to observe the fields indoor and suddenly reappear from the past the faces of many of my fellow college: Valeria, Alice, Valentina, Gino, Angelo, Simone, Irina...

I felt like an old man who thought about his youth, but at least I didn't think with great nostalgia, perhaps because my life today continues to be exciting...

No news of my friend. A fat lady of the information point tells me that Whiff on Sunday is never there and can not give me his phone number for the privacy, I leave my business card and, together with my memories, I go away...

Oxford has not changed much since I last was there, I adore it. Her colleges, her ancient buildings, her so characteristics streets, the air we breath walking around, air from "Dead Poetry Society", you wouldn't wonder if you see Robin Williams dressed as a professor that rises on a bench and shouts: "Oh captain, my captain! "


 

01 september Greenwich (ENGLAND)

 

Last day as tourist in London ...

We begin with the "Tate" museum.

I have never understood the modern art... Once I was talking with Roscio at, "Biennale of Venice", you see one thing and think that you'd been able to do even better... Maybe they show you a broken chair and say: "This is a masterpiece of the great artist... " and you wonder: "This chair values thousands of euros... Coming here, next to a trash bin I saw a much more beautiful one, more broken, more artistic... Why they throw that away and this turns the world for years? " Mysteries of faith!

I apologise if any art critic read this thing, but it's a real mystery for me...


Next: The Globe.

The famous theatre of Shakespeare. While I was there I was wondering if the great William imagined that in that place where he wrote the history of English theatre they would have put a McDonald or a Starbucks Coffee...

The British Museum gives you the idea to circle the world in one day... It's very well organised and has works of art from all over the globe and every time. The beautiful Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Persian, medieval, Egypt art... I was enthused when I admired one of the "Moai" from the Easter island (Rapa Nui)...

I was saddened a bit, however, when I saw a large wooden statue of Buddha... I was thinking, remembering Sri Lanka, that statue, for what it represented, was used to be visited by thousands and thousands of faithful that in addition to the gifts of fruit and flowers they brought their prayers, hopes... Now it was closed in a dusty shrine, like a feline that has reigned in the forest and now lying closed in a cage of a grey European zoo or a powerful man who, now, was abandoned in hospice after he commanded for a long time.. .

Let's say that I'm used to look at these things more from a historical point of view than from an artistic one...

Unfortunately we had little time and we could not pay all the attention that the museum deserved, but certainly I will come back with more calm...

 

02 september London (ENGLAND)

I close my suitcase and go away...

It 's been very important, for me, to come here...

I discovered many things and many others I have just received confirmation, both positive and negative ...

The future will speak, I have already written a lot... too much...!

"...now I have arrived at the end of the road and soon I will become part of this sand which now I have the colour and smell.

What the sense of my travelling? I can not feel fear but only regrets for the places that I will not succeed to see. I have always known that during these shipments could happen to me to die, but death is not an enough high price to give up to all the beauty of the world.

I learned that we must not become slaves to fear, closing ourselves double sent behind heavy doors, in dark houses in which life has ceased to live. No, better to sleep on the bare ground under the blue stars that tremble for the cold, risking to die but fortunately also to live. Because life is a journey without a map or compass, where only fear and caution make you loose your way.


- Leonardo Soresi -

 

 

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