Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

Tag: fanø

So many foreign worlds so relatively fucked

Although Justin Vernon/Bon Iver is from Vermont, his vibe and atmospheres remind me so much of Canada. Listening for the nth-time to his three albums (two albums, one EP) and imaging the cold wind is clearly another sign that Autumn is coming.

No wonder one of the first posts on this blog was a tribute to one of the best songs of the band.

I just came across another video, that was shot in Washington State just a few miles away from my beloved Victoria. The video and the song are metaphors revolving around the spirit of Native American preservation land.


This other video from Creature Fear (not the official video of the song) is exactly how I think back of the few days I spent in Denmark with the Canadian crew this summer. Just so you know.

Three keywords from my pilgrimage

Willy Brandt. When one goes to Berlin, it is more likely to see terror than hope in the city’s recent history. I mean: the Nazi headquarters, the devastation brought by the war, the Stasi and the Wall; the whole story of the city in the last century is made of cruelty and shame. Obviously there are good things too. The years that followed the fall of the Wall were impressive; and there are some stories that are worth remembering. One of these is that of Willy Brandt: I was quite impressed by the small museum hosted by its foundation and I think it is definitely wiser to pay a visit to it rather than to the fake Soviet soldiers posing at Checkpoint Charlie or to the small pieces of the Wall that lie as souvenirs in the city centre.

Wisers. Sometimes Thursday calls for a night in with buddies and whisky. These ten words were a post I have my drafts for five or six months for no specific reasons, I just knew it had to be there. Then I decided to go to Fanø; and Thomas changed his mind too and flew there all of a sudden; and he had bought this bottle of Wisers from Canada because he knew; and when we all got there we drank it while playing cards and smoking cigars. What can I say: it was just meant to happen there and then, and it felt right, and we were all together one year later.

Skitača (in Italian: Schitazza). I remember it was a warm, terribly warm day on August 15th. We had been cycling for about three hours always going up for a tough peak in the middle of nowhere. There was no trace of civilization around us. We had no food, but we were determined to reach the small town on the top of the peak. When we saw these old houses appearing far away they looked desolately abandoned. We checked on the map and we came to the realization that only four people (literally: four people) nowadays live in that town, so obviously we supposed there was no trace of supermarkets, bars, restaurants, or anything of that kind. I remember in that moment I thought I could have died, or at least fainted lying under the sun for days while eaten by  vultures and consumed by the hunger. We reached the town centre guided by desperation more than by hope, and it was then that we heared music. I thought it was a vision and we were going to collapse there. Then we came to the discovery there was a local festival there and it was the only day in the year when all the people from the seaside towns hike up to that abandoned place and share music, beer, beans and sausages. We were in the cyclists’ heaven.

I will become what I deserve

There were times I was psychologically crashed for several different reasons. Pain is good, though, as it is always followed by redemption. Perhaps this why I enjoy so much sports like hiking and biking on mountain passes. Whatever. No wonder, anyway, that on the long run I find much worse than these times, those periods when I am bored and unsatisfied, as it was last year when working full time. It was not about the job itself. Staying in my hometown and seeing always the very same people I grew resigned. My life, back then, was flat and, well, quite boring.

After midnight of January 1st 2012 someone I did not really know asked me what was my wish for the year. I found myself wordless and the only thing that came to my mind was that I wanted to start travelling again. That wish sounded a bit lame to me – and it still does – but after all it is coming through. In April 2012 I knew it was time for a change, and since then I travelled through several countries, meeting the most fantastic peoples and doing fun stuff. I had very few moments I was feeling done, and several others I was feeling completely at peace with myself just going with the flow. It has worked out greatly, so far.