Zollino

Sunday or Monday, I don’t know … time is unravelling in the sun….
Someone asked me about accommodation. At this particular farm, which I am loath to name for reasons I shall describe elsewhere, I am accommodated in a concrete block. That doesn’t really do it justice, perhaps, but I’m not much good at physical description unless I really concentrate, and I’m a bit wasted at the moment and it’s late and I have to be up at the crack. I’ll get it sorted for the book, if there is one. In the meantime, here’s a picture…

accommodationI have a room with three beds but as yet no one to share them with. There is a shared bathroom and a flat, sun-drenched roof which would be great for having sex on. (If I may speak frankly, which of course I may.)

Riding back and forth between the concrete block and the restaurant and the olive tree fields and the tool bunker and big machine depository and the swimming pool and the main house and the office and the little town nearby for whatever and what-have-you, is absolutely magnificent. Over the gravel paths, along the edges of the fields, up and down the olive groves looking for a lost knife.

There are three of us sharing a bike. Early this afternoon I stole it and cycled into Zollino. Look – proof:

ZollinoZollino is a tiny town with (or so I’ve heard) about 200 families. It’s not a poor town. You can see that much. I can’t imagine there’s a lot of crime or delinquency here. Unless you count graffiti. I don’t count graffiti as a crime, but you might.

There is an underpass which is used as a car park and graffiti workshop. I find it rather beautiful…

underground artYou can tell from the graffiti though, that there isn’t a great deal of disaffection here. This is about as subversive as it gets…

old father fuck timeUnless you count blasphemy…

Jesus Christ, Porno StarI don’t count blasphemy as subversion, but you might.

The rest of the graffiti is rather playful in a rather childlike way…

cow? cow.ti mangioAnd occasionally quite beautiful…

I don't know what it is, but I like it.And then this…

Ten out of ten for effort.

Now I must go lie in the sun. I’ve had a hard day.

 

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