Although I live in a central part of the city here in Rome, my apartment is in a quiet neighbourhood with lots of trees. It is on top of a small hill and I always felt like I was in a little village. Today my haven has suffered a terrible blow.
I usually wake up in the morning to the sound of birds twittering or in warmer months, to parrots squawking. This morning I was awakened by the sound of chain saws. The house next door to me which was almost invisible behind a screen of trees was suddenly brutally visible. Completely gone are a large lemon tree, a pomegranate tree, a large Nespole tree, several evergreens and a slew of shrubs. The house has been largely uninhabited since I came here and I guess it must have been finally sold. I’m afraid that they’re going to convert the garden into a parking area. I can’t stop humming the line from Joni Mitchell’s song ‘they paved paradise and put up a parking lot’.
It feels like every week, there is something new to be aghast about. I was in Goa when the news of the Paradise papers emerged. The extent of the money hidden by the wealthy behind various offshore tax avoidance schemes is truly horrifying. I expected that there would be an uproar about it but not much of a peep in any country as I guess it’s all legal so little can be done. Meanwhile, the EU is on the edge of a turmoil. Nobody knows what’s going to happen now that Angela Merkel is unable to form a majority coalition. Here in Italy, Silvio Berlusconi forged a winning coalition of his centre right and two far right parties in regional elections in Sicily. The 81-year old who is so ‘remade’ that he looks half that age has made a come back despite recent cardiac surgery, tax fraud and sex scandals. He is banned from running for office but has appealed to the European court of human rights and being a billionaire has been able to hire top lawyers. If this happens, there is a chance that he could lead the country again in the next election which is hard to even imagine.
Anyhow, one has to find beautiful things to cheer one up and there is no shortage of beauty in Rome. There are a number of exhibitions and I went to one of the work of Bernini at the Villa Borghese last week. He truly was an incredible sculptor and his figures look like they’re carved out of some soft material rather than marble. Tomorrow, I’m going to an exhibition of Monet’s work on a guided tour in Italian. I don’t care for guided tours of paintings but a friend has persuaded me to join her and it will be good for my Italian. Thank goodness at least works of art have not been totally destroyed. I wish it was the same for our environment.