November 2001 Trip to Padua because Giotto Giotto is always too kind ...
, S. ANTONIO!
Women, Cavalier, arms, loves [1] ... I expect the central station of Milan, opposite the fountain invisible and untraceable, the morning of 26 November 2001, at 6:45 am. Instead I am faced with a coven of white students ... yes, those of the three-year degrees in short, you pay three and get one free! Tentatively, but authoritative tone (I demand respect from people because of this wise), I turn to them, to make sure they belong to the group - Flores.
"Certainly," respond with their chirping voices, still imbued with essay and the third test. So they continue to discuss with each other receivables and payables. Poor things! They have already so many of their age?
Meanwhile, the group is enriched with new elements: Elena arrives, then Fabio, some old, those of the graduate school, and then Silvia. It is his first outing after conversion to Buddhism Cathar: who knows that is not grasped by some mystical crisis, wandering up and down churches and chapels ...
Finally Martin Fuhrer [2] makes his grand entrance, escorted his men. It was planned to bring you to Padua. It is his mission.
immediately take full possession of the situation, standing, as a Christ in almond, over the shapeless mass of freshmen, students on specialization, above us. That its commands, gives orders, he manages to quell any kind of opposition the bud. He demands absolute silence. This way of organizing the provision deportat ... people on the different train cars, and decided to relegate one of the freshmen, thus separated from the rest of the group.
"I could not sit together with my friends?" Naively protest, provoking the wrath of the dictator, who stares at me with her petrifying gaze, intimate, from the deep freeze of the eyes, be quiet.
I am therefore obliged to yield, and, terrified and frightened, I rush into the wagon load of freshmen, while others are torn by nostalgia, the other side of the train.
Boys - benetton (defined in this way because of their age, zero - twelve) I speak, his voice soft and fresh, asking questions like: what is it but a biennalizzazione? How do I register for exams? It is important to follow theology?
Exhausted from unsuccessful attempts to expose some fundamental characteristics of the university, seeking refuge in a nap, yet I can not stop listening to those voices. Should I change my mind: sometimes, these guys, who until recently copied my maths homework before classes, manage to amaze me carrying through some reasoning as not destitute of wit, "but I think your review of Italian literature to divide it into two parts [3] .
When the train arrives in Padua, resign my freshman and hit the same old villains: together we immerse ourselves in the Scrovegni Chapel, Giotto fill your eyes. As the famous place is in the process of restoration, we can use the scaffolding for a closer look at the masterpieces of the fourteenth century.
True, the Scrovegni chapel is unrecognizable in its "blue collar", but it is a unique experience that only few people, close to admire the works of Giotto, which under normal conditions we would not see such detail. The only disconcerting note is the presence of scaffolding, wobbly and unsteady, that miraculously manage to withstand the our weight, and also that of Flores.
not just end our visit to the famous chapel, we rush into the nearest park for lunch, and then it was the turn of the Church of the Hermits, where Flores troubles us with one of its most disarming and less known: the gallows humor to Dylan Dog. The sarcastic woman, in fact, points out that the statues of a sarcophagus seem alive, even though they represent the dead. Ride alone. We are still prey to the confusion.
Coffin aside, we come to the church in some works of Altichiero, one of the followers of Giotto, before heading to the beautiful church of S. Antonio. Rather than dwell extensively on the many masterpieces, such as the deposition of Donatello, as we are abducted by ex-votos are everywhere. Elena, in particular, pray in front of these intensely. "Of course he has made so many thanks!"
The same girl, shortly after, he manages to surprise the whole company, managing to date with my eyes closed almost a monument of the fourteenth century, representing two angels torn.
Our tour, quick but intense, culminating in a visit to the baptistry, frescoed by Giusto de 'Menabuoi, another of the gang of Giotto, or rather of his entourage. Then we leave Padua, the last and sad farewell from the station. But this time, no problems arise on the train on the divisions and compartments: No, I swear, no one, not even Martin can separate us, not least because many of the freshmen are given the spot, having started with the train earlier, perhaps because they were afraid of losing the episode of Pokemon.
And, finally, just on the train back, the longed-for miracle takes place: the chosen one is Helen, who mysteriously survives a huge, heavy suitcase, which was falling on the head with relentless power. And to think I've seen all his life passing me by! It was a waste of
images ... However I believe that there is also a hand of Flores, which permanently protects its students, even at a distance, especially when they show devotion to his city natale.Padua me genitive [4] , a day they will say.
[1] Tribute to Orlando Furioso by Ludovico Ariosto
[2] A student last year, inveterate flatterer of prof. Flores d'Arcais, like all the teachers.
[3] You must take the exam in two parts of Italian Literature
[4] tribute to prof. Flores d'Arcais, a native of Padua
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