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when i finished what i had to do i went back, laying more attention on the side of the street where i’m walking, leaving on my left the long wake of popular buildings. There’s a treasury of abandoned areas and buildings closed from not too long. As a first thing i encounter a gate with a sign on it telling me that inside there’s supposed to be a garage. To tell the truth i don’t see anything that can remind me of constructions. If i want to associate the area with cars anyway, it looks more like an old car park. If i want to be realist it’s just an abandoned area. Very fascinating. The emptyness is total. The few things inside get lost if compared to the full sensation of breath i have. I feel as if i’m not in Milan, althought i realize, after wandering around these last months, that the city is full of abandoned areas, emptiness, covered with weeds. But, althought there are so many, they aren’t immediately perceiveble as the rest, as the streets full of traffic, the buildings, the swarm of people and trams. Althought there are so many it is hard to associate them to city ground. The area i have in front of me conquers me for the apparent order. The strange course typical of the course of streets, with tyre prints and few pieces of asphalt, seduces me. The sensation of infinity, of the street that doesn’t show where it leads, enchantes me. Far away, protected by the morning fog and the city smog which can sometimes give beautiful images, i see two figures walking one next to the other, both in red. As usual i feel an invder, althought they have less reasons than i to be over there. By the time they are still far away i stay there a bit longer, observing the relicts inside, as survivors on a battle never fought, but only imagined. The defeated, a grey economy car, deprived of the tyres and reduced to a pile of sheet metal, with no glass on the windows and various objects on it that seem to want to consume it even more a bit at the time, as many little animals insisting on a carcass abandoned to it’s own destiny... the defeated sadly represents what the area must have been in the past. The imaginary winner, another economy car, white, intact, has no signs of wounds and defeat. This is what it left of the garage. The rest is only present. Few empty bottles in the middle of dead branches and weeds, paper mingling with the dead leaves bed, a shopping carriage and pipes tidly on the side: all of this tells that nothing that could interest a common cityzen happens over here. The trees on both sides are waiting for the sun to become warmer so they can come back to life. Till then they accompany melancholy the ones searching for the end of the infinity.
