{"id":4292,"date":"2013-06-28T14:55:17","date_gmt":"2013-06-28T13:55:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/?p=4292"},"modified":"2013-06-28T21:48:00","modified_gmt":"2013-06-28T20:48:00","slug":"udite-udite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/?p=4292","title":{"rendered":"Udite, udite&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230; quanto costa essere gentili ? Teoricamente poco. Quanto si guadagna ad essere cortesi e disponibili ? Potenzialmente tanto. Io sono il primo a dire che noi liguri siamo quasi sempre la causa dei nostri mali perch\u00e8 tendenzialmente siamo delle teste di cazzo, indolenti e maleducati, trattiamo i turisti a pesci in faccia perch\u00e8 ci avvaliamo alle nostre rendite di posizione. Eccetera eccetera.<\/p>\n<p>Dunque quando leggo di visitatori che vengono trattati con inaspettata e gratuita cortesia dai miei conterranei e concittadini, mi si alleggerisce il cuore.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/dimackey.squarespace.com\/blog\/2013\/6\/28\/arriving-in-genova-may-2013.html\" target=\"_blank\">Di Mackey arriva a Genova.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Siccome ho sempre il sospetto che le buone notizie vengano cancellate da un Grande Fratello Che Ci Detesta, copio ed incollo il testo anche qui, a mia futura memoria.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em><a href=\"http:\/\/dimackey.squarespace.com\/blog\/2013\/6\/28\/arriving-in-genova-may-2013.html\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Arriving in Genova &#8211; May,\u00a02013<\/span><\/a><\/em><\/span><\/h2>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>My journey to Genova in May, despite being far too short, was as special as\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.dimackey.com\/genoa\/\"><span style=\"color: #333333;\">every other visit<\/span><\/a>\u00a0I&#8217;ve made to that exquisite Italian city located in Liguria.\u00a0 But the kindness of strangers was quietly overwhelming and intensely appreciated.\u00a0 Perhaps it was all more condensed .\u00a0 I don&#8217;t know.\u00a0 It was a special visit.\u00a0 Crazy busy but filled with people I want to write about in the days ahead.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>I&#8217;ve put off writing about it in detail because I didn&#8217;t want to miss out any stories.\u00a0 Now &#8230; so much time has passed, I fear I have forgotten some things.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>It&#8217;s time to sit awhile and remember.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>I arrived via Rome and landed in Genova late afternoon.\u00a0 It was raining and grey.\u00a0 The journey from Brussels had been long.\u00a0 This time I was staying with Francesca and her lovely family out at Arenzano.\u00a0 Paola&#8217;s apartment was under renovation back in the city.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>So I followed the train signs out to the airport exit doors but then the signs peetered out.\u00a0 I turned a few times, sure it was me who was somehow lost, before wandering back to a counter where there was man who seemed like he might be open to questions from this lost woman.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>He was lovely.\u00a0 He started talking of the bus, then a taxi, then walking &#8230;discounting each idea as he went.\u00a0 It&#8217;s not much more than a kilometre to the train station, an easy walk normally and so he drew me a map but then looked at the rain and wasn&#8217;t happy.\u00a0 The situation was resolved when a friend or collegue of his called out a\u00a0ciao.\u00a0 He called him over to us.\u00a0 This lovely young man listened to the story and before I knew it my luggage and I were in his car.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>He had\u00a0piccolo inglese\u00a0and well &#8230; my lack of ability in other languages has created laughter all over the world.\u00a0 But we talked a little.\u00a0 He weaved through the streets near the airport then parked next to a footbridge that went over the railway tracks.\u00a0 He unloaded my luggage and then, much to my horror, carried my heavy bag all the way to the top of the stairs.\u00a0 I was so grateful and a little bit mortified.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>We said our goodbyes and I made my way down to the train station. I bought my ticket.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>Flustered, tired &#8230; who knows really, I had forgotten how trains worked in Italy.\u00a0 Platforms, directions, stuff like that.\u00a0 Eventually I asked at the office and another lovely Ligurian said,\u00a0come with me, and so I did.\u00a0 I followed her under the tracks and up onto the correct platform.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>Honestly, I know how trains work there.\u00a0 I use them often but it seemed that there was a brain-freeze going down and I was in its grip.\u00a0 She kept an eye on me, we talked a little.\u00a0 I wished I had studied Italian.\u00a0 I appreciated her unobtrusive kindess.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>I arrived in Arenzano and Francesca picked me up and whisked me off to her place.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>Now &#8230; Francesca has lovely friend called Anna Lisa.\u00a0 I&#8217;m sure of the &#8216;lovely&#8217; because Anna Lisa had offered to cook dinner for Francesca and her family that evening.\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>I took a photograph or two while she whipped up a focaccia al formaggio, as per the photograph at the end of this post.\u00a0 There was other food too but I was so tired by then, and I did nothing but race about madly during those 5 exquisite days in Genova, I&#8217;ve lost the rest of the memory of dinner.\u00a0 I suspect that the warm focaccia di formaggio was so good that I have fixated on it.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>I also suspect that the kindness of Ligurian strangers had overwhelmed me, filled me up, knocked me off-balance a little.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>And Francesca&#8217;s family &#8230; Beppe, Cesare, and Emma.\u00a0 There&#8217;s so much love between them that it is truly lovely to spend time in their midst.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"><em>And so I arrived. Genova,\u00a0 May 2013.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><strong>Altro Argomento.<\/strong><\/span> Com&#8217;\u00e8 la pubblicit\u00e0 dell&#8217;American Espress ? Quella che dice qualcosa di impagabile che capita al tipo e poi invece per tutto il resto c&#8217;\u00e8, per l&#8217;appunto, l&#8217;American Express ? Insomma, quando ti togli quella piccola soddisfazione che nessuno pu\u00f2 valorizzare per tanto sembrerebbe valere e sticazzi che spiegazione contorta ?<\/p>\n<p>Ricevo il seguente messaggio email:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #888888;\">From: &#8220;Studio xxx<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Sent: Friday, June 28, 2013 6:18 AM<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">To: Stefano<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Cc: xx<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Subject: incontro di xxx<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Vi informo che alla cena del x Luglio p.v. oltre al xxx e\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"color: #888888;\">xxx sar\u00e0 presente anche xxx<\/span><span style=\"color: #888888;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Cordialit\u00e0.<\/span><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><span style=\"color: #888888;\">xxx<\/span><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Al quale rispondo come segue:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #888888;\">From: &#8220;Posta Stefanome&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Sent: Friday, June 28, 2013 8:22 AM<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">To: &#8220;Studio xxx<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Subject: xxx<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Cara xxx,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">grazie dell&#8217;informazione. Scopro in questo istante che proprio in <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">concomitanza con la serata ho un importante impegno con l&#8217;Associazione <\/span><span style=\"color: #888888;\">Amici Della Frittella Di Righi e pertanto non potr\u00f2 partecipare. Grazie <\/span><span style=\"color: #888888;\">ancora, ci vedremo ad una prossima occasione.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Un caro saluto.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #888888;\">Stefano<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>La persona in questione forse si\u00a0\u00e8 fatta invitare all&#8217;ultimo momento per presenziare e secondo me dovevano dirgli che non c&#8217;era posto. Ma nella vita bisogna essere cortesi ed anche baciapile e dunque eccolo qui. La serata poteva anche essere interessante, ma non intendo \u00a0rischiare di sentir quel tizio parlare. Mi irrita tremendamente perch\u00e8:<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>Quando parla non lo capisco. Io sono sordo e lui parla come se avesse in bocca una pallina da ping pong.<\/li>\n<li>Quando casualmente e saltuariamente capisco quello che dice, mi rendo conto che non dice nulla. Ovvero non risponde alle domande ed\u00a0\u00e8 vago sulle risposte come se non avesse nulla da dire o peggio, come se fosse disorientato o prendesse per il culo i presenti.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>Ciao ciao !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230; quanto costa essere gentili ? Teoricamente poco. Quanto si guadagna ad essere cortesi e disponibili ? Potenzialmente tanto. Io sono il primo a dire che noi liguri siamo quasi sempre la causa dei nostri mali perch\u00e8 tendenzialmente siamo delle &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/?p=4292\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4292","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-apc"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4292","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4292"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4292\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4294,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4292\/revisions\/4294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4292"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4292"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.stefanome.it\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4292"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}