WALKING HOME AT TWELVE O´CLOCK P.M.

I took the bicycle down to the Metro. However, when I thought about returning home there was a strike and I had to walk back.

For several years they have been constructing a Metro station by Colosseum. Work began in 2013 and might finish in 2024, though this is doubtful. Metro line C cuts straight through the very heart of Rome. The ground is unstable and insecure, filled with remains of ancient structures. They work day and night. Below me tunnels were dug through ancient Roman military barracks - more than thirty rooms decorated with wall frescoes and mosaic floors. 

The town was quiet and almost empty.

Giorgio Castriota, called Skanderbeg, born 1405 in Kruja, Alabania, died in Lezha 1468. 

The pyramid of Rome, built 18 -12 BC as a tomb for Gaius Cestius, priest and head of one of ancient Rome´s four religious congregations, Septemviri EpulonumThat is all we know about him.

Stazione Ostiense, underpasses.

Eataly

Someone lives here the entire year. He puts flowerpots in front of his trailer. I wonder who he is. Someday I will ask him.

The marketplace in Garbatella.

House entrances are lit all night.

Ponte Settimia Spizzichino

My bicycle was still standing by the Metro station.

Almost home.

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My blog entries may be likened to the game where you draw a line between points provided with numbers until an image emerges. For me, the points are constituted by memories; some close, others distant. At first it seems like the memory points are disconnected, but soon a context, a story, appears....
Mina blogginlägg kan liknas vid leken då du drar ett streck mellan sifferförsedda punkter tills en bild skapas. För mig utgör punkterna skilda minnen; en del nära, andra långt borta. Till en början tycks minnespunkterna vara oförenliga, men snart framträder ett sammanhang, en berättelse. Processen...
While spending some time in Prague as babysitter for my-half year old granddaughter Liv, it sometimes happens that I end up gazing into her intense blue eyes. She cannot speak and barely crawl, but smiles happily and openly, something that makes me warm inside. Her eyes have a peculiar brightness,...
I Prag tillbringar jag dagarna som barnvakt åt min halvåriga dotterdotter Liv. Det händer att jag blir sittande och blickar in i hennes intensivt blå ögon. Hon kan inte tala och knappt krypa, men hon ler glatt och öppet, något som gör mig varm inombords. Hennes ögon har en märklig lyster, blicken...
Chilly rain pours down in Durham, but I am comfortable in my youngest daughter's home where I am relaxing while reading Walter Scott's Waverley. I ended up with that old novel since before I arrived here I spent some time in Edinburgh, where the railway station is named after Waverley,...
Kylslaget regn öser ner i Durham, men jag trivs i min yngsta dotters hem där jag nyss kopplat av genom att läsa i Walter Scotts  Waverley. Att jag hamnat i den gamla romanen beror på att jag på vägen hit stannade till i Edinburgh, där järnvägsstationen heter Waverley, antagligen den enda...
When someone has a given a strange name to their child my mother use say: “It is of no importance at all, the child will put its mark on the name, it changes and will suit her/him well in the end.” Sure, she's right. When we hear the name Beethoven it carries with it all the impressions and...
Då någon har gett ett underligt namn till sitt barn brukar min mor säga: - Det gör ingenting, barnet kommer att sätta sin prägel på namnet och namnet förvandlas. Visst har hon rätt. Då vi hör namnet Beethoven bär namnet med sig de intryck hans musik skapar hos. Namnet blir till en stämpel på...
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, The insolence of Office, and the Spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes A passage from Hamlet's to-be-or-not-to-be soliloquy,...
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely, The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay, The insolence of Office, and the Spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, Vem ska tåla världens gisselslag tyrannens övergrepp,...
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