After getting home this afternoon I was captured by our NYC Jewish engineer’s lapidary (and subtle) post ‘Batting 500’.
So I started with a wink:
Wake up man! ;-)
Even couldn’t-care-less Romans are having festa. 10 years of tenacity have given their magic, liberating fruit.
Everyone may be critical of one’s country’s no-matter-what but this time man I do feel happy.
And I know the souls of Ronald Reagan and of eternal (not only in my mind I think) Jimmy Stuart & John Wayne are having fiesta as well.
By the way these two last icons were mythical to us – as I guess you know from our blogs’ exchanges – my basically right-wing Tuscan friend I mean and myself.
When I grew up and realised who Jimmy and John really were (also,) I personally loved them even more (my friend ça va sans dire.)
We may have different views on a few things, my friend and I, but we both respect faith, big ideals, honesty.
Today Europeans are darn proud of America.
The killer, the folks’ souls poisoner lies deep in the ocean.
Personally I don’t care who the hell will judge him.
But if someone up there is watching humankind (by loving us especially) may He / She bless the wonderful American people.
Rome after Bin Laden’s death
Rome is no NYC nor Washington DC but …
… did here people flock somewhere as it happened at the World Trade Center or before the gates of the White House?
No idea but I mean, entire areas of the city were blocked when we approached the down town area on our way back from Tuscany this very early morning (3 hours drive.)
Ok, we yesterday had 1rst of May plus the beatification of Pope John Paul II in the eternal city. We knew what traffic anarchy was awaiting us so we delayed our return till this Monday morning.
After having learned the great news from our car radio and me having been dropped by Flavia not far from Rome’s American Embassy – I thought btw about my dear American and Italian IT ex students working there (read about one here, not because he’s not criticizing me lol) : many black cars were by now protecting this huge American-embassies’ hub (which testifies US-Italia friendship btw) – and on the way to my guitar guru while desperately entering bars in search of A-bomb espressos to keep myself awake and while using taxies, talking to these great people (YES, taxi drivers of any city in the world, they are great) …
…. I noticed the men-in-the-street reaction synthesized by a Roman laconic cab driver:
“Gli americani so’ forti, niente da dire in più.”
PS. A special thought goes here to my inspirer Sledpress and also and most of all to Zeus is watching, Richardus, the Commentator, Wind Rose Hotel – and last but not least Chaerie the wonderful faerie.