Durch deine alten Straßen wander ich
Herausgeputzt, im Kunstlicht glänzen deine Reize
Tausendfach deine Verehrer
aus allen Ländern strömen sie zu dir
Posieren, staunen, wundern sich in hundert Zungen
Doch hinter der Ecke
In den dunklen Gassen
Lauern deine Schatten
Der Putz bröckelt und dein Glanz verblasst
Wo find ich deine ewig Seele?
Wo spür ich noch dein schlagend Herz?
Deine Mauern sprechen von Frieden
Doch Soldaten wachen stumm auf deinen Straßen
Während vor deinen Kirchen
die Lust zum nächtgen Tanze ruft
Oh Rom - modernes, altes Babylon
Glanz und Moder reicht in dir sich brüderlich die Hand
Von Wölfen erzogen jagst nunmehr du nun selbst
Und deine Beute ist der Mammon und der Prunk
Dolce Vita - schöner Schein
Du magst wohl ewig sein
Doch ewig ist dann auch dein Sterben
In deinen Mauern bin ich eingekehrt
Als Wanderer nach langem Weg
Doch seh ich in dein maskenhaftes Anlitz
So sehn ich mich schon wieder fort...
Monday, 5.6.2017, Rome
Scary, ugly, worth to visit... that's my first impression. There is little to tell about the last miles, it was just a boring walk till Passo Corese, where we took the train which brought us into the centre of Rome. As expected the silence and solitude is just a sweet memory now, when we left the train station the busy life of a metropolis was waiting for us. Our hotel is located in the outer parts and here the eternal city has nothing in common with the beautiful pictures on sightseeing cards. Streets and Houses are dirty and old, the trains victim to vandalism, the people rarely smiling or caring about what happening around. But that's the dark side of every big city, so we weren't really surprised.
Intrigued to explore the historical centre, we soon started to the inner parts again.
A shabby train brought us back and we were given a warm welcome by dozens of street merchants trying to sell us useless toys, flowers and selfie sticks.
My lovely girlfriend, who already visited Rome before, suggested to start our tour at the Trevi fountain, where I was shocked first time. You could barely see anything because of the crowd, fortunately I'm tall enough to make a picture without destroying the scenery by having all this people on it.
We left quickly and found a way through smaller streets to the Forum Romanum and the spanish stairs. Of course the buildings and churches are quite impressive, but I couldn't ignore the garbage carelessly thrown into the corners and the urine smell rising up into the light polluted sky. Somehow it reminds me once again on my aversion against churches - Rome feels like a big church with all its good and bad sides.
But what really made me sad were all the heavily armed soldiers on the streets, blocking the way to the collosseum or guarding the entrance of metro stations. What a helpless try to connote a feeling of safety - the only result was a constant reminder of danger.
Not far away the gay community was celebrating a feast of liberation on the street leading towards the highest rated church of Rome - a strange and obscure combination.
When we came back to our hotel, we noticed that its located directly next to a red light area, where young Italian ladies selling their bodies while tourists secure themselves behind iron fences.
Strange feeling, but somehow matching with my general impression.
Tomorrow we'll visit the Vatican, I'm quite curious what will wait for us....
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