Italy for me will never be a normal country. If it was we wouldn’t have Rome. All roads indeed lead to Rome, but theirs also is a more mystical destination, some bourne of which no traveler knows the name, some city, they all seem to hint, even more eternal. And Palatino is one of the oldest mountains of the Empire.
Rome is one enormous mausoleum. There, the Past lies visibly stretched upon his bier. There is no today or tomorrow in Rome; it is perpetual yesterday. I like things that are kind of eclectic when one thing doesn’t go with another. That’s why I love Rome. The town itself is that way. It’s where Fascist architecture meets classic Renaissance, where the ancient bangs up against the contemporary. It has a touch of everything. That’s my style.
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I thought I knew everything when I came to Rome, but I soon found I had everything to learn. I believed the world was mine already. But the city taught me a lot about art. Because of this a need to bring Rome to my home emerged in me. I couldn’t stay there, so I looked for something that made me feel in Rome.
How hard it is to put so much in one piece? Even if it’s the size of a car, the city is bigger than itself! The height of its culture is something I can’t find words to describe. And I looked everywhere, without success until the day I went inside one of the oldest cafes in the world (located in Rome). They had this display case showing their story treasures and I instantly thought: this is Rome, a city that displays the worlds greatest story, and the day Rome falls, so will the world.