The pigeons’s rest

I take a break during my wandering, drawing inspiration from the real milanese population: the mr pigeons. In a cold winter day, with no money in my pockets, with no destination to reach, far from home, how can i manage to get back my blood circulation? “observe nature and you’ll find the answer”, it’s thaught since the beginning of the ages. And infact the pigeons infesting the cathedral square, doze peacefully on the gratings which spit out warm air. If i ask politely, may they let me rest next to them in a corner? Actually in my past i’ve used them as main characters of unrenaunceble memories: the unfailing picture of me feeding them. A little girl a bit more higher than a meter finds herself casted in the same place, in the same conditions, but over twenty years later. It gives me the shivers if i think about it!