Post by account_disabled on Mar 5, 2024 4:21:17 GMT
In all my life, I have heard only three times the patter of footsteps in the silent streets of Rome. The first time was when I was a child, with the arrival of the Americans. The fear of attacks and bombs had ended. The only cars driving around were jeeps, the patter of female footsteps gave a celebratory sound, echoing life that had begun again. The second time was in 1973, when due to the Yom Kippur war a strict economy of fuel consumption was imposed; people were walking out, the sound of footsteps had returned. The third time was these days, for reasons we know.
But it wasn't just the tapping of footsteps; the Cambodia Telegram Number Data scents of flowers and the gurgling of water in the fountains have been added, even the long-forgotten one. We have mourned, we will have economic consequences that we hope will not be dramatic; but we also had the gift of the silence of a city, which is a potter in vain. I say in vain, because Rome has never been a true metropolis, nor will it ever be. In the metropolis it is New York, it is London, but after the fall of the empire in the fifth century—when it had reached considerable dimensions and, it is said, a million inhabitants—Rome has always been something more than a scattered abode of glorious ruins. , but neglected.
It would even have disappeared from the scene just like Athens, like Antioch, if you had not given life to the power of the Popes who wanted to give continuity to that empire, starting from the title given to the emperor: Pontifex Maximus. When on September 20, 1870, the Bersaliers entered Porta Pia, the city had a little more than 200,000 inhabitants; its most lively and inhabited part was reduced to the Six Hundred streets closed in Ansa del Tevere, in the center in Piazza Navona, with the Jewish ghetto in terrible hygienic conditions. The ruins of imperial Rome lay half-buried or damaged by construction additions, used as bottega, dwellings or as places for the release of bodily pleasures.
But it wasn't just the tapping of footsteps; the Cambodia Telegram Number Data scents of flowers and the gurgling of water in the fountains have been added, even the long-forgotten one. We have mourned, we will have economic consequences that we hope will not be dramatic; but we also had the gift of the silence of a city, which is a potter in vain. I say in vain, because Rome has never been a true metropolis, nor will it ever be. In the metropolis it is New York, it is London, but after the fall of the empire in the fifth century—when it had reached considerable dimensions and, it is said, a million inhabitants—Rome has always been something more than a scattered abode of glorious ruins. , but neglected.
It would even have disappeared from the scene just like Athens, like Antioch, if you had not given life to the power of the Popes who wanted to give continuity to that empire, starting from the title given to the emperor: Pontifex Maximus. When on September 20, 1870, the Bersaliers entered Porta Pia, the city had a little more than 200,000 inhabitants; its most lively and inhabited part was reduced to the Six Hundred streets closed in Ansa del Tevere, in the center in Piazza Navona, with the Jewish ghetto in terrible hygienic conditions. The ruins of imperial Rome lay half-buried or damaged by construction additions, used as bottega, dwellings or as places for the release of bodily pleasures.