Wednesday, Dec 14 - No news. News! Another delay.
That cheerful ring ding! sound of the cell phone calling attention to itself in my backpack. First Renato. No news of the container. Then Paolo S. News! There are many, many containers waiting to be unloaded at the dock, TOROC has many there -- who will be first? Everything is just a rumor. Across town to Sergios again for our internt fix. Le Petit Hotel: very decent, renovated, a large bathroom, shiny tile floors, marble counters. I’m having a hard time remembering how to pronounce #216 due cento dicassette. Jaz’s phrase guidebook is so handy, he’s often got his face in it, afterwards mumbling as he tries to pronounce the Italian. We wander into a few piazzas, always having to stumble around orange fences where things are being fixed.
Thurs, Dec 15th - JUVENTIS, THE RIVER PO, WE WAIT.
Pinzatriecchies of the world, unite! This morning you are all staplers! I’m obsessing on this word, as I have to use it everytime I pay a bill. (Pin-za-TREE-chee) Nothing is finished here, all the squares and piazzas are dug up, bricks and sand surrounded by orange plastic fences. You wonder if they know the Olympics are coming. Everything is a mess, just like the house fifteen minutes before the guests arrive for the party. They’re not just vacuuming here in Torino, preparing for the world, they’re BUILDING THE HOUSE.
Today Jaz has a solo adventure: a couple of impressive chiesas, walks along the Po River, young girls, a photo of a famous soccer star on the Juventis team as he exits a building in a crowd of fans. We decide to go ice skating at the TOROC house in the city center, but they are making a logo in ice. Accidenti! (ah-chee-DEN-tee) Darn it!
This will be our third day, waiting for the shipping container to be released.What’s reality here? It’s all stories. Today’s story is “guaranteed delivery” tomorrow, before noon. But because of the delay, the forklift guy who agreed to unload it at Fenestrelle is refusing to do the job. He was very expensive, so I don’t really understand his indignation. Whatever the reason, we’re totally at the mercy of these guys and a system of personal commerce we certainly don’t understand.
That cheerful ring ding! sound of the cell phone calling attention to itself in my backpack. First Renato. No news of the container. Then Paolo S. News! There are many, many containers waiting to be unloaded at the dock, TOROC has many there -- who will be first? Everything is just a rumor. Across town to Sergios again for our internt fix. Le Petit Hotel: very decent, renovated, a large bathroom, shiny tile floors, marble counters. I’m having a hard time remembering how to pronounce #216 due cento dicassette. Jaz’s phrase guidebook is so handy, he’s often got his face in it, afterwards mumbling as he tries to pronounce the Italian. We wander into a few piazzas, always having to stumble around orange fences where things are being fixed.
Thurs, Dec 15th - JUVENTIS, THE RIVER PO, WE WAIT.
Pinzatriecchies of the world, unite! This morning you are all staplers! I’m obsessing on this word, as I have to use it everytime I pay a bill. (Pin-za-TREE-chee) Nothing is finished here, all the squares and piazzas are dug up, bricks and sand surrounded by orange plastic fences. You wonder if they know the Olympics are coming. Everything is a mess, just like the house fifteen minutes before the guests arrive for the party. They’re not just vacuuming here in Torino, preparing for the world, they’re BUILDING THE HOUSE.
Today Jaz has a solo adventure: a couple of impressive chiesas, walks along the Po River, young girls, a photo of a famous soccer star on the Juventis team as he exits a building in a crowd of fans. We decide to go ice skating at the TOROC house in the city center, but they are making a logo in ice. Accidenti! (ah-chee-DEN-tee) Darn it!
This will be our third day, waiting for the shipping container to be released.What’s reality here? It’s all stories. Today’s story is “guaranteed delivery” tomorrow, before noon. But because of the delay, the forklift guy who agreed to unload it at Fenestrelle is refusing to do the job. He was very expensive, so I don’t really understand his indignation. Whatever the reason, we’re totally at the mercy of these guys and a system of personal commerce we certainly don’t understand.
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