“Because you don't notice the light without a bit of shadow.
Everything has both dark and light. You have to play with it till you get it
exactly right.” – Libba Bray
Have you ever sat at a party, a shopping mall, or a coffee
shop, and simply watched what was going on around you? Have you even been the
mouse in the corner? I find these “wallflower” experiences to be unexplainably
intriguing. Not because I know the people, because I usually don’t, and not
because they are really even that interesting, because they usually aren’t. But
more so, it is intriguing to experience feeling alone in an area that is so crowded
with people. It is an oxymoron in action, a true contradiction, and I find it
endlessly intriguing. We use these contradictory phrases such as “deafening
silence” or “cruel kindness,” but the truth is, we only know they exist to us once
we have experienced them for ourselves. British journalist H.V.Morton has
described Rome as being both “exhilarating and oppressive” at the same time,
and at first, it is difficult to imagine that these two experiences could
possibly co-exist. But like I previously mentioned, it is impossible to
completely understand these contradictions until they are experienced.
Undoubtedly, Rome is exhilarating to the mind, body, and
soul. There is a certain feeling within this place that enthralls you and
convinces you that you are as free as you choose to be. Barzini writes about
this “charm” of Italy, when he says, “It made and still makes unwanted people
feel wanted, unimportant people feel important, and purposeless people believe
that the real way to live intelligently is to have no purpose in life.” I feel
he is correct in his description. Rome is foreign and refreshing, beautiful and
unique, and not to mention, offers the some of the best food I have eaten in my
short nineteen years of life. As Barzini puts it, “As a rule, the food is good
in Italy.” This exhilarating feeling gives travelers the idea that this is what
the real “purpose” in life should be: to live in the moment, enjoy fine wine
and meals, and experience beauty sights in the history of Rome. Even the
Italian language itself is exhilarating. The simple and seemingly effortless
way natives speak their language is like the thread that ties all of Italy’s
beauty together.
While I have experienced these things that make Rome
exhilarating and enjoyed them far more than I can explain, it is also necessary
to mention the ways in which Rome is harsh to the traveler. It is almost as
though one cannot be separated from the other, exhilaration and oppression,
because they come together. In Rome, with great beauty and excitement comes oppression
lurking in its midst. Rome is foreign and polluted, grimy and defaced, and not
to mention swarmed with traffic both on foot and in cars. Ginzburg finds the
traffic downright repulsive when she writes, “It’s not even possible to
exchange an affectionate word or glance with the city anymore. Cars overrun its
sidewalks. It is stricken by cars as by some malignant disease.” Things here
have changed from what I imagine they used to be. Graffiti covers the city
buildings and walls, foreigners come here to sell cheap goods in some of the
most beautiful historical places, and garbage and smoke choke the city. Barzini
writes about the bustle when he says, “People rush about with a frown on their
faces as if they had but a few minutes to find a doctor and save a human life.”
Is that what Rome is becoming? Or is the just the generation of people who
exist here?
You are a very talented writer! I love reading your blog...
ReplyDeleteThanks Krissy!! Miss you. Hugs to everybody!
ReplyDeleteCiao Abbi,
ReplyDeleteWonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.
Such a joy to read. I really enjoyed reading about your experiences and seeing how you were able to weave readings from both texts into your musings. Keep up the great work.