We know we’ve lived somewhere for too long when we stop seeing what’s around us. It must take a long time for that to happen in Rome, if it ever does…..
It is usually when I get tired of the hassle of living in Rome -a lot of mundane things take up a lot of energy, as I explained in previous posts-, that I’m suddenly stunned by a particularly beautiful sight. It can be an amazing sunset over St Peter’s from Trinità dei Monti, or the Colosseum in full sunlight on a very clear day; they remind you how special this city is. There is one place though which impresses me above all: the Palatine hill seen from Circo Massimo.
It stands there imposing and undisturbed, like a giant ghost watching us running around. I get that feeling every time I drive past it: the eery feel of a ghost looking down at me from its historical height, making an impression.
“Oh, Rome! my Country! City of the Soul!
The orphans of the heart must turn to thee,
Lone Mother of dead Empires! and control
In their shut breasts their petty misery.
What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see
The cypress—hear the owl—and plod your way
O’er steps of broken thrones and temples—Ye!
Whose agonies are evils of a day—
A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay…”
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