March 2002....March 2002....
Me, Dario, Manuela and Ciro....Me, Dario, Manuela and Ciro....
We are 4 doves, 4 white doves, leaving from Rome and Naples to reach Paris...
Paris is already waiting for us, and Amsterdam is continuosly in our thoughts....maybe we should reach Amsterdam also....

We left from Rome on Friday 16, 2002....18 PM
Dario and the others reached me from Naples with a train, and we started our Trip from Laurentina Station in Rome on my silver car Ford Fiesta 1.8D
The journey by car was something to remember and hard to tell, with Ciro always messing and screaming, me and Dario driving fast, Manu providing the food and the drinks...
A short and pleasant stop in Milan, hosted by Gianfranco, and then again in motion...to reach Paris on Saturday 17, at 18 PM....with Fabio Liberti waiting for us in Place de l'Italie.
On the first nite out, on the same Saturday, we tried a bar downtown in place de la concorde, where people use to meet at nite...and divide to reach different places. Ciro was high all nite: a couple of girls in the bar whispered something he did not understand, but that was enough to keep him exited all the way home...
The other days we went through everithing Paris can offer to a tourist and a student: i'm sincerely thankful to Fabio Liberti who stayed with us most of the time, showing us places a common tourist could never meet, inviting us one night at the student hostel for dinner and bringing us in bars at nite where people from Paris use to meet and have real fun....without tourists intrusions. Thank you Fabio, for real

AAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! And i must say a thing, i must. Our vacation, in every move, in every expression, in every place, in every way...was influenced by a "drammatic" idea of Ciro....I must explain. Before i left, or better during my last trip in Budaperst with HP, a collegue made me a present... a great one: a digital camera!
And so, obviously, i brought it with me in Paris.....and Ciro, maybe exited by this new and terrific technology, found it easy to imagine how his 'out of mind immaginations' coul be turned into reality, or simply could be told, with this amazing digital tool...And we stayed at the game, everywhere we went: "Stursky & Hutch: Mission in Paris"!!!!!

We also met Riccardo 'o Demonio, in place de la concorde one afternoon, walking round with some friends, and spent a nite out with them in Paris, in one of those places located in that zone of the city...

....But the calling was too strong: Amsterdam never stopped whispering...never!
On thursday 21, at 6.00 AM, we left Paris directing our silver car straight to Amsterdam. Fabio came with us. "480 km, we'll eat them in 4 hours" I sayd. But i was wrong, how wrong! I took about 1 hour just to leave Paris: Fabio seemed to know the way, but we had to face the trip as perfect strangers, and the streets in Paris were so....fuck! At 8.00 AM Dario drove the car under the rain, on a street with a concrete without continuity, a real shit, at the speed of about 130 km/h....when the left anterior tire exploded!!! A sense of fear captured everione in the car, even if the great silver Fiesta didn't wreck a bit...we stopped and chenge the tire in about 10 minutes, under the rain, and left again as nothing had happened.
Would you believe that? We reached Amsterdam at 12.30 AM (6 hours and 30 minutes in a car!): the motorway connecting the two capitals is not a straigh one, and you have to change trough towns and always keep attention on where and when you turn....
Anyway we were not tired, or we did not feel like that: we spent about 8 hours in the town (the first thing we did was change the tires....) between coffe shop 36 (where we really had one of our greatest times), Vondelpark and the various side streets near the big canals...
At 9.00 PM, almost dead, we climbed again in our car to hug Paris again....And the road was long, and windy, and obscure (Ciro dreamt all nite long, through nightmares that made him scream one time and us almost kill ourself on the motorway by the sudden car stop the scream caused....). Around 3 AM of Friday morning we where again in Paris, still alive.

The last few days in Paris i will remember for the great eatings of Kebab, in various ways, for our visits to the modern art museums (we all remained impressed by some Salvador Dali' operas)....try to get a Kebab after have seen a Dali' picture, and then go to bed....
And our terrific trip into the famous paris cimitery, where we acted for the last time as 4 characters of a Stursky & Hutch movie? What to say about it?

On Saturday we left from Paris and reached Milan in the early afternoon. We stayed at Salvio's house in Pogliano Milanese: Salvio gave us the keys, very gentle, 'cause he stayed out for a couple of days.
Manu remained in Milan with her relatives to watch a football match, while we reached Rome and Naples the day after...the day after...the day after a wonderful trip!

Gianni