Yes, we left Toto and Peppino (Luca e Paolo) and sad if they went home after the failed expedition to scale.
skip the whole part that separates the return and we get to February 23, the day, permits in hand, we finally had access to the interior of the bar scale. In the meantime, our client had completed everything according to rule, and Paul had the direct number and no other than the mobile number of Alexander the Great! Oh, you realize ???!!!??? Not only was allowed to call any time we needed it. No longer tied to Monday, we decided to choose to work on Friday, but the agreement with the Great was that we arrived on Thursday at 16 to do the famous visit to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat to photograph, because the time available was limited. Assicuratoci Even sleeping at the home of Paul's sister (yes, we like to suffer), wait until the day of departure. Well, this time in Milan that seems to go smoothly, the problems began in his native land. For several days prior to departure, a perturbation brought heavy snowfalls across the Adriatic side to the coast, so that on Tuesday I stopped at a Catholic trip that was to take in Veneto. We decide to move the train, opting for equipment "light", ie a battery of 8 / 9 sliding flash, tripod stands and little ones, but still a good load.
During the trip, near Parma, still under the snow (which will take us up to Piacenza), Paul makes the first attempt to call the office ... Great sounds empty, the mobile phone out of reach. I began to get back on the sandwich I had just finished eating. "It will be lunch", Judgement Paul, and I in front of the evidence, given the time, I pretended to believe it. Near Milan, around 15, Paul makes another attempt with the same results as the first, and I "But what magna Great?" Not to do :-))) the owl, but I smelled it, for a change.
Attempts thickens: 15.30, then just get off the train, then waiting for a taxi (do not want there is a row with Fashion Week under way?), Then from the taxi that takes us to the Scala with 'bus driver asks us if we are journalists going to document the turmoil shaking ... ???... The AGITATION ???????????? My Stirring there is no need to document it, it's definitely visible "Si-driver-does seem that the superintendent has been discouraged and that the workers are on strike so that the permanent board of the shows were canceled until at least March and it seems that the teacher Muti is to jump "
Well, I must tell you something? No, as then lead in absolute silence (which was not supporting the Master) and proceeded in the cold record. We are in front of the theater at 15.45 and make yet another attempt to call while walking through the entrance porch leading artists (that we now know by heart. And we discover that it is reciprocal because the goalie soon as we cross the door says "You again ???!!!???" explained to the good man that this time we have everything in order, we'll just have to see Dr. Magno who will accompany us to make an inspection" But Dr. Magno is in permanent union with the assembly workers "and I said" How the last meeting? "" Permanent does not mean anything? - He does - how can finish in 5 minutes, so could last until tomorrow morning, "We fumbled in his pocket ... yes, we have enough cigarettes for the long wait. We go to the outside bar to finally know the Magagna (director of the bar) and scrounge a cup of coffee, then we go to the stakeout in front of the glass door entrance and street artists with the first cigarettes and considerations, more or less disastrous. We think that even if the meeting would end soon, the magnet detaches from the office at 17 and has not said that we pay attention. But our lungs were so devastated, since he began at 16.30 to get out of people quite angry and after a large procession of strange faces and tense, that's good Great, tried and visibly less beautiful than 2 weeks before, appeared at the door. Before the adventure
positive note: greets and apologizes and explains briefly the situation was more or less (with a little more detail) what we had told the taxi driver. He adds that, given the particularly sensitive nature, the next day will be forced to accompany us throughout the work and we can not take more than 13 ... less! But the good thing was that, once again, we spent one night with the "Vandal" :-)))
fast lap, and we choose to work mainly in the beautiful and enormous foyer and faster in others 2 bars, no more we could do. After the tour, greeted and made an appointment for the morning after the dr. Great, we face the ladder with our bags of equipment, tripods and bags of personal effects bags. We light a cigarette and Paul made the fateful phone call to announce the sister that in a half hour we arrived. Closed watch phone watch, watch Paul and say, "I'm only 5 ... until the evening do not think I resist ..." Not me finish speaking when it is already back on the phone with his sister in law "We knew that there was a great show and we decided to go see it. See you in time for dinner "At that point we had to really find something to do for the next three hours, as was also beginning to rain. "Let's go find something in Piazza Duomo"
short, shoulders and hands busy we are heading towards Piazza Duomo and in fact, already in the gallery, we suspected that we would have found something in the square, because the closer we get, the more people, until our luggage we are virtually stuck dragged by the flow (in spite of ourselves) to an unknown destination but very crowded. Well, we opened the full view of Cathedral Square as an egg, where the large screens were broadcasting what took place in the church, precisely the funeral of Don Giussani, founder of CL ... maximum respect and sympathy for him ... but bad luck for us, stuck with our bags in the crowd of 30,000 that despite the solemnity of the occasion not spared some nice "compliment" to our address because of our cumbersome luggage, that some hip and some have also battered the tibia. So, to get APT office across the square there ... but it took an infinite time we arrived!
We go and ask if there was something to see, the nice young lady there recommended an exhibition of Helmut Newton Photology. Ask for a map to walk, but Miss there does not recommend it since it's not even close and it is raining, then there from the nearest metro station and the path to get there. Fine, go out and decide to avoid the entry Cathedral that we would have to lose out in the crowd, we move away from the square and walk down to the first stop we find.
not forget to be Toto and Peppino, we argue for a bit 'with the automatic ticket machine that does not want to learn to accept our 5 € and not too worn out by good southerners sometimes we dispose of the line that forms behind us and then try again to no avail, while a bit 'speaker crackles the same ad at some point I decide to listen carefully.
says, "For reasons of public policy inputs Duomo are closed. Use of nearby and stops Cordusio Missori ... Cordusio and Missori? We are where we are? We turn our gaze to sign him to reveal "MISSORI" and look forward to us fantozzi a river of people, so compact that looks like a single body ... stunned and even without a ticket, powerless and resigned to the formation of a row tens of meters in front of our and other machines. After a quarter of an hour is our turn again, and finally, after a few attempts at vacuum we have our tickets to reach the coveted stop Moscow, near which there is a small (having a magnificent view the year before Bologna), but nonetheless interesting exhibition of the German master.
At 18.30 we are more or less out of the tunnel and take advantage of the side bar for a drink with planning of the shots the next day. Andandocene ask the girl in the bar area near a point to catch a taxi and she offers to call one entirely. Paul is a bit 'suspicious in nature, claims to have the number for us to do so. We go out there and start walking towards the intersection indicatoci and start calling. No, it sounds vain for time immemorial ... the rain and the fashion week ... Taxis are probably all more than busy. We try to take the flight from taxi to dart in front of us, the numbers other companies that do not lead, however, is different from the first, until, as in American films, we leave the ledge that you repaired our backs and no water, we put on the curb to raise his arm in front of each taxi we saw coming. One such relenting and although we were in the middle of an intersection, stops to buffer risk and brings us to the last destination of the day: "lair of the Vandal" ... but since I already wrote too much and promise you that the conclusion will be brief and "twist" for now I greet you and give you a date very soon ;-)
"Lunch" by train on the outward journey
