Io Ho Visto

Roma – 07 Maggio 2016
Ieri notte alle ore 20:30-21:00 mi stavo facendo una passeggiata con un amico al laghetto dell’EUR quando sentiamo delle urla provenienti dall’entrata della metro (fermata Palasport). Ci avviciniamo e vediamo un ragazzo (25-30 anni) che urlava in russo ad un gruppo di ragazzi (italiani). Ce l’aveva in particolare con uno di loro che lo prendeva in giro e scappava. Lui cercava di prenderlo ma non ci riusciva. Il gruppo di ragazzi (femmine e maschi) ha un comportamento strano però: non avevano paura della situazione e non se ne andavano, anzi, sia i ragazzi che le ragazze del gruppo lo stuzzicavano e poi scappavano quando gli si avvicinava. Il ragazzo russo inciampa e cade. Il gruppetto approfitta. Lo massacrano di calci e pugni in testa. Il ragazzo rimane a terra, forse è svenuto. Avevo in mano la reflex con obiettivo tele e anche la possibilità di registrare il video, ma non ce l’ho fatta perché mi si è gelato il sangue. L’unica cosa che ho fatto è stato urlare a queste bestie. “Ma che cazzo avete fatto, chiamate l’ambulanza” Uno di loro mi risponde: “Ma state zitto, la fregna de tu madre, no l’ambulanza”. Il ragazzo è a terra. Ci saranno state come minimo un centinaio di persone che vedevano la scena. Nessuno soccorre. Dopo un paio di minuti il ragazzo si alza e a fatica si allontana.
Arriva la polizia. Prendono il ragazzo. Mi avvicino. Aveva la faccia gonfia e il sangue che gli usciava dal taglio sull’osso nasale. Lo mettono seduto per terra. Un poliziotto donna (sulla cinquantina) che sembrava la kapò uscita fuori dal film “Pasqualino Settebellezze” gli urlava: “QUI SIAMO IN ITALIA, DEVI PARLARE IN ITALIANO” e stavamo in pubblico. Pensa cosa avrebbe fatto se non vedeva nessuno. Ma io ho visto. Le dico di non trattarlo così perché non ha fatto male a nessuno. Vengo circondato. La kapò mi fa: “E tu chi sei? svuota lo zaino!” Sembravano come alterati che qualcuno testimoniasse. Mi volevano allontanare. Poi mi prendono i documenti. Cerco di stare vicino al ragazzo ferito perché sento che se mi allontano gli potrebbero fare di tutto. Sicuramente chi ha chiamato la polizia gli ha detto che c’è uno straniero che vuole ammazzare tutti. Per fortuna un paio di poliziotti con un minimo di umanità c’erano e mi hanno ascoltato. Il loro comportamento diventa leggermente meno severo. Ma avevano sempre il dubbio perché essendo anch’io straniero, pensavano che lo stessi diffendendo perché lo conoscessi. E poi ero stranamente l’unico a testimoniare. C’erano come minimo un centinaio di persone che avevano visto tutto ma [accentosiciliano:ON] nessuno disse una parola [accentosiciliano:OFF]. Tra l’altro il tutto è successo davanti alla metro. Il personale atac e i parà armati hanno visto tutto. Potevano benissimo chiedere a loro com’erano andate le cose. Ma si vede che quando si tratta di stranieri la procedura da eseguire sia diversa (si sa già tutto – non servono testimonianze). Le telecamere della metro però hanno registrato tutto. Ma chi perderà mai tempo a vedere le registrazioni per difendere un poveraccio immigrato?

Il padrone fa credere allo schiavo di essere libero (vedi schiavo, sei tu che decidi tutto votando). Se c’è qualcosa che non va schiavo, è tutta colpa dei più deboli. Gli stranieri e i poveri non vengono più visti come esseri umani. Chi ha pianificato tutto questo ora sorride vedendoci in questo stato. La gente che ho intorno mi dice: “ma che voi cambia’ il mondo?”; “ma che te frega de’ ‘l’artri, devi pensa’ solo a te stesso”; “ma ‘o voi capì che l’uomo è cattivo?”; “il tempo è denaro, non perdere tempo co’ ‘ste cazzate”; “ma perché perdi tempo a legge’ cosa hanno detto questi vecchi morti migliaia di anni fa?” Lo schiavo dice quello che gli ha insegnato il padrone. L’ipnosi è totale.

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A Message for the Pope


Homeless near the Vatican – Rome – 16 February 2016

Why they don’t share their big houses with these people in need? How can they live in such a big places when there is people like him everywhere sleeping in the streets just outside the Vatican. Hey pope Francis (or whatever your name is) instead of just talking, look outside your window and do your part.

GIRO 03 – July 2010

One man, one car, four countries, four thousand kilometers. This was his last tour.

Western alps – France – 11 July 2010
You won’t believe it, but in 2010 also, I was doing the slave for a living. The job was taking my soul away each year it passed. But for some reason I continued to work there. Maybe it was lazyness. Or maybe it was that I was used to that kind of violence. They teach us to obey and shut up when we are kids, and we continue to do that when we grow up. Anyway, for someone raped like me, the job wasn’t that bad. I worked on a computer all day. And I was lucky, very lucky. I had priviledges no-one could dream of. I could leave the job for 4 weeks each year and do whatever I wanted. But I couldn’t take these 4 weeks all at the same time. No no no, that was too much, even for a priviledged slave like me. My owner unchained me for 2 weeks in summer, and 2 weeks in winter. But this year I did a great job as a slave, so my owner gave me 3 weeks for my summer vacations. Wow! I could plan a longer trip this time. Three weeks were enough to let me go beyond the alps this time. And so I did. I tried to escape as fast and as far as possible from my problems, but they haunted me even there.

DAY 01 distance: 121 km total so far: 121 km
Roma – Tuscania
Self – Tuscania – 06 July 2010
Fountain – Tuscania – 06 July 2010

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GIRO 02 – July 2009

A long trip I made in the summer of 2009. I started from Rome and went all the way to Austria with this small 106, which at the end did 2500km in 10 days.

The Beast is back again! – Somewhere in the middle of the alps – 24 July 2009
In 2009 also, I did the slave for a living. The job wasn’t that bad, but it was consuming me slowly each year. I worked on a computer all day, executing orders all the time, and I didn’t like that. So for me that was slavery. But I was lucky. So lucky. I had priviledges. I could leave the job for 4 weeks each year and do whatever I wanted. But I couldn’t take these 4 weeks all at the same time. No no no, that’s too much. My owner unchained me for 2 weeks in summer, and 2 weeks in winter. So the plan was to use my summer temporary 2 week freedom days to do what I most like to do: Travel. Visit places I’ve never been before! “So I said goodbye to all my friends and packed my hopes inside a matchbox ’cause I know it’s time to fly”

DAY 01 distance: 217 km total so far: 217 km
Manziana – Vejano – Tuscania – Onano – Acquapendente – Torrenieri
At the end of the first day I was already in Tuscany. I found this quiet agritourism in the middle of the hills near Siena.
The farm holiday where I passed the first night – Torrenieri (SI) – 20 July 2009
Agriturismo Collesassi. The owners were nice people and everything went fine. I took some pictures of the place.

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NO COPYRIGHT

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So you take a picture. Then you think you own it now. You put your name on it, publish it online and threat everybody not to use it. Just watch it.

What would happend if the people you photographed, did as you do and asked you money (their image, it’s theirs, right)? And what if the owners of the streets, buildings, objects or animals did the same? What if Earth did the same for the mountains, rivers and seas you photograph all the time?

So why you get all that for free and then put your name on it and sell it as yours? Is it because YOU have made it? Maybe there’s something special about you that knew how to take that shot. The right time, right light, right composition, right lens to use. Those are decision that YOU made.

Do you think you were born with all that knowledge? We can agree that you had to learn all those rules. It took time to do that. Maybe you took a course or bought a book but most of the knowledge you got it for free: Photography websites, forums, a friend that gives you a tip, your own experience etc.

You also were inspired by great photographers. Their work now influences your own. It’s in your head now, even if you think you are not copying anyone, you do it subconsciously. But it’s not a sin. They too have been influenced by other photographers or artists before them.

There is also another factor that halps to take a good shot, that you get for free. That is your culture. The place you live, the people around you, your parents, your life struggles, love, art etc. If you lived in a cave all your life, you wouldn’t be able to take meaningful photographs.

And before culture influences there is something we all have that we don’t even need to learn it. It’s in our DNA, our brain. We all have a sense for beauty, symmetry etc; We all love landcapes, sunsets, flowers and (nonthreatening)animals. It is how our brain helps us to survive. That’s also helpful and you don’t pay a tax for that.

We didn’t use to be so attached to stuff, like we do today. The concept of private property it’s a nice trick to divide us. If we shared what we produced with each-other, then we wouldn’t need to buy everything. We wouldn’t need to work so hard. It’s easier to cooperate, than to fight. I think sooner or later we’ll realize it and we’ll laugh thinking about the time we use to spend protecting OUR stuff.

GIRO 01 – August 2008

A long trip I made in 2008 around northern Italy. I started from Rome and went all the way to the alps with this small 106, which at the end did 2900km in 10 days.


The Beast climbing the Stelvio Pass 13th August 2008

In 2008, I did the slave for a living. Well, the job wasn’t that bad, I worked on a computer all day, but I executed orders all the time, and I didn’t like that. So for me that was slavery. But I was lucky. Oh how lucky I was. I had priviledges. I could leave the job for 4 weeks each year and do whatever I wanted. But I couldn’t take these 4 weeks all at the same time. No no no, that’s too much. My owner unchained me for 2 weeks in summer, and 2 weeks in winter. So the plan was to use my summer temporary 2 week freedom days to do what I most like: To travel! Visit places I’ve never been before! So I planned some routes in Google Maps, put them in my gps and started my odyssey. This is what happened:
DAY 01 distance: 359 km total so far: 359 km
Roma – Rieti – Leonessa – Norcia – San Benedetto del Tronto – Sirolo
Rule number one was to avoid traffic. So I always used state highways (so called Strade Statali) They aren’t fast to travel, but I wasn’t in a hurry plus you avoid a lot of stress and get to see some beautiful places. I lost the pictures of the first day so I’ll describe what I saw. As soon as you leave the valleys (where we like to build our shit work and pollute) you start to relax. The traffic thins and you can finally see some nature. Although, it looks like nature, but if you look closely even in the countryside there’s the hand of man everywhere. The only exception where is still possible to see nature untouched by man are natural parks. So I tried to include as many of those in my route. As I expected all the section in Abruzzo was enjoyable but as soon as I leaved the mountains and arrived on the Adriatic coast, it was like hell. Too crowded. I can’t understand how people like that shit.

DAY 02 distance: 266 km total so far: 625 km
Sirolo – Apsa – Pennabilli – Ranchio – Rocca San Casciano
The only good spot I found was Sirolo. And that was because it had huge mountains on the coast, so the monkeys couldn’t ruin it yet.

View of the Adriatic coast – Sirolo (AN) – 11 August 2008

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