Create a map with names and cities of grand-parents, with no geography made of borders and frontiers, like a circle. Songs and languages to feel. Yesterday physical work was quite calm.
Then we worked on haiku with Fabio. Concentrate on images, powerful apparition. The images that comes from the body. It was really interesting in order to understand poetical process. Fabio is always surprising, also in choosing One night at opera of Marx’s brothers as a material to show. Very precise.
Everyone is discovering new tesserae in the puzzle of migrating people, of scattered movements. The letter of serena’s grand-father was really touching. I look at enton, as well, his deep multi-layered experience, secret and narrated. I like when I can see that light in him.
It’s like diving into an unknown sea. Need strength to focus, to go to the heart, to feel this common heritage. Need a common extra-effort. I think my key-word has changed: madness. Quite difficult for my to say it in Italian: pazzia. I think it’s something connected with the previous word rubare, to steal.
It's quite difficult for me to write in the last time. I think after Cyprus. I'll try to go back to my journal for the wish to share this new path with my comrades and to tell about something that is so urgent and normally under silence. I have just remembered about my grand-father, sometimes this comes back to my mind. He was called, his father was, lo zingaro. he was quite ashamed by that. the family said this name was because his father had a ear-ring and he brewed horses, so he was really a gipsy, but no one could accept it. well noi,emigranti for me is for this memory, too.