#Alberto Marozzi

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 3

I told him, as Pamela had suggested, that I had to meet his friend at the bar. He let me pass, I didn't go to the bar but to the 315. I knocked, she opened me still asleep.

It was about eight o'clock, I walked in and the first thing that struck me was the picture of Jim Morrison inside a silver frame. For the rest there was a bit of clutter, scattered linen, envelopes that left you thinking about shopping, snakeskin boots, jewelry etc. She kissed me and called the room service for breakfast. As soon as the waiter arrived I hid in the bathroom. Not even the Marines would have been able to get out of the room. I had camouflaged myself with the upholstery of the environment, now I was inside the room with Pamela and I would not have left (by the way, it is useless to tell you that after the kiss given to me inside the photo booth in Piazza Bologa I fell in love... cooked, practically).

We had breakfast very quickly, after which she showed me more pictures with Jim, almost to convince me that it was true, but I didn't give a damn, I loved her madly.

Obviously she was in déshabillé, since she was in bed when I knocked on her door. In just under thirty seconds I was also in déshabillé, we both slipped into bed (terrible!) and ... I save you from telling you everything that happened. I just know that when we decided to take a shower and go out for shopping it was six in the afternoon.

We skipped lunch but I didn't even notice it.

Ah, love that magic (I say something obvious), but with Pamela it was more than sublime, celestial, Eden; for me it was something that even now, 1998, I can feel with the same intensity that I felt then. It seems little without taking notes ... amazing how a person can continue to live forever, even after death, inside you... When a person loves another person it really is forever. Sweet Pamela, I prayed so much for you. Who knows what infinite world you will be in, now 25 years have passed since your death but in me you are still alive and you will be forever with my prayers. I love you.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

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1956,Via Altaseta, Bologna da Tito Presi Tramite Flickr: Alberto Alberti, Roberto Marozzi, Giuseppe Sisti, Alessandro Alberti, Orio Presi (Tito), Umberto Lancioni, Alfredo Sisti.

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Rare image of Pamela Courson with her friend Alberto Marozzi. Copyright belongs to Mr. Marozzi. Credit goes to Alix for finding the video and taking the screencap.

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 2

She seemed very annoyed and I saw that she peeked to see where I was. After about ten minutes I came back and she asked me if I could take her back to the hotel; I immediately said yes, of course. We came out of the Piper to the envy of my friends. Just outside she asked me to go for a tour of the city before returning to the Hotel de la Ville. I showed her Rome, at least the classic things such as the Colosseum, Janiculum, Roman Forum, Capitoline Hill etc.

I drove her back to the hotel and she suggested I go up to her room. I said yes but the night porter did not agree, to which she said to me: "Listen, I have a friend who is in room 314, early tomorrow morning you show up at the reception and say that you go to him, and instead come and visit me at 315". Having said that, we left the hotel, got back in the car and headed towards Villa Borghese. I broke into a dark place, turned off the lights of the car and we started talking.

She told me her name was Pamela Courson, she was engaged to Jim Morrison, the singer of the Doors whose music I obviously knew and she immediately got excited; also because in 1968 the Doors in Italy were known by a few. She also told me that they had to get married, I think in Paris. At one point she resumed the initiative of kissing me telling me that I was very nice to her and that I resembled a dear friend of hers named Paul Kantner, guitarist of Jefferson Airplane.

It was very true, we are still like two drops of water. I pulled down the seats of the small Fiat 500 but we don't even begin to kiss each other that a sudden light almost makes me take a shot: "Police!". I recomposed myself, got out of the car and started talking to the agents, and explained to them, while showing the document, that the girl was American and had a passport in the hotel; they wanted me to make the record for obscene acts. At the time I was working at Contraves Italia, a semi-military company, and with a report of that kind I would have lost my job. They were very understanding.

After those moments of panic I brought her back to the hotel and as I returned to my house I could not believe in this very short adventure but full of energy. Could it be that fate had made me meet none other than Jim Morrison's girlfriend? I could hardly fall asleep, but only for a few hours. I woke up and in four and four I was in front of the doorman of the Hotel.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 1 At the beginning of September of '68, the Piper Club was reopening after the summer, in one of the many evenings spent between live music, records, drinks, sex etc., there was an important meeting. I was leaning against the cash desk of the entrance of the restaurant when I saw arriving a beautiful girl, typically American, a flower child, but very well-groomed. Without losing heart, I followed her to the inside of the room and the girl leaned on the counter of the internal bar, beginning to observe everything and everyone. I won't tell you what happened in a few minutes: everyone indiscriminately approached the bar and tried to make friends with her, but she very politely and sympathetically after a while made them understand that she did not want to be bothered and therefore the gnawing boys were forced to give up. In the meantime I had drawn up a plan of attack, and since I was not the Paul Newman of the situation, I was forced to give birth to a very simple but original stratagem. I went to Bornigia, the boss of the Temple, and asked him for permission to give her the honorary membership card to avoid the methods of payment of the entrance fee. The boss saw the girl and agreed, but told me that I would have to get him a photo to be able to make the card. I went to her, explained it to her, and she accepted. Crossing the room with the girl I felt very observed, but pretending nothing, I flew out of the Piper. We got into the car (the usual Fiat 500) and headed to Piazza Bologna where there was one of the very few passport photo booths. We entered the cabin and while we were taking pictures she kissed me. Shock! It was not possible! Just me chosen by that wonder! I pretended nothing and we continued with the photos. We returned to the Piper, we gave the photos to Bormigia who made her the honorary membership card after which I left her alone in the room, just to make a little scene. I hid myself, however, trying not to lose sight of it and I noticed that it was immediately besieged by a lot of guys friends of mine.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 6

We had lunch on the terrace of the airport, indeed, she had lunch; I was not hungry, I knew that it would be the last time I saw her, certain sensations are perceived very well, you already live them as in the future and I with my head was already in the future, without her physical presence, but certainly with the spiritual one.

I was awakened by her flight to London, which they called as soon as the bill arrived. We went down the stairs and headed for the passport control entrance, my heart was crying along with my soul, my legs almost refused to let my body walk. We stopped in front of the entrance, there was a bit of a queue (thank goodness, it was the only time in my life that I loved a large line, because it allowed me to be a little more with her).

Her turn came, she kissed me, through the electronic control and a little further she stopped, she turned to me to check I followed her with a sad look, she called me; I approached her, so without knowing, without imagining the reason, we got as close as possible (we shared only a policeman and a chain; I would have broken it and I would have flown away with her in any part of the world ... and I would never return to reality).

Pamela took off her bracelet with dragons, an engagement gift from her Jim brought to her from Acapulco, took my hand and put it on my wrist. Kissing me again she whispered to me: "I love you, Alberto", she turned around and disappeared among the other passengers.

I can't describe the journey back to Rome, a zombie, the water of a river without a bed, the air, a body without the skeleton, a child without the mother, a pole without the flag, a church without God, a God without his people, a shitty future without Pamela.

She joined her Jim in London where they got married. In 1971 Jim Morrison died in Paris, in 1972 Pamela Courson, his wife, my eternal love, died.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

Although it's a really beautiful reading, please note that Pam passed away in 1974 aged 27, and as far as is known, Pam and Jim were not married although they try it several times.

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 5

Pamela told me that she lived in California, in Orange, near the desert and she really liked being there with her Jim, a very strange character, a cursed poet who burned his whole life in an instant, but giving the maximum of all his creativity, of his genius.

I didn't like the Doors at the time, but he was a great man, he was considered the American sex symbol at the time, and maybe he still is today, given the proselytes and the millions of fans who visit his tomb in Paris every year.

After a sleepless night, I went to pick her up around 10:00, they let me up but only because she had to pack her bags. She discarded things and gave me a white jacket that was fine with me, also because then we musicians dressed very strange, flower power, hippies etc. She gave me all the money she had in Italian lira (maybe she understood that I needed it very much) and I accepted it.

We loaded the car and went to the airport. During the journey to Fiumicino I had the feeling that I was a condemned to death advancing towards the gallows. Pamela understood this and encouraged me with smiles, kisses, deceiving me that we would see each other again, that she would call me and that in any case we would not lose sight of each other. I was sick, but with the notes of the Beatles' song Hey Jude (I already had a small stereo in the car) we arrived at Fiumnicino's restaurant. She tore a piece of paper from her diary, made a drawing and wrote her London address and telephone over me.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

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Alberto Marozzi's memories about Pam

part 4

We went out and I accompanied her everywhere for shopping: at American Express for traveller's cheques, in a shop where they made tailor-made boots, in via Sistina by my friend Michele Di Ceglie; then we went to an antique shop where she bought an antique cradle for a baby she hoped to have from Jim Morrison (and who was never born), to some shirts and other places I don't remember. You could see that she was very rich, I was very poor: I earned 60,000 lire a month, I was a skilled worker and I had been working in the factory for five years, I lived with my mother Palmina who helped me with her miserable pension and a few hours of slavery with a family near our home.

I took her back to the hotel around 20:00 and before entering she told me that in the evening we could not see each other because she had a dinner with this American friend of hers who perhaps was a companion made available to her by Jim. I felt bad, I was overcooked, I would not have left her even for a second but unfortunately I did not even insist.

The next day, in the afternoon, I went to pick her up at the hotel, I accompanied her to the usual shops to pick up some things she had ordered the previous day and in the evening I took her to eat a pizza in Trastevere, where we also had a black and white Polaroid. In these two days with Pamela I had noticed an object that she always wore, a large silver bracelet that opened like a shell to be put on the wrist and that represented two dragon heads; it was very strange and mysterious, so much so that I asked her where she had found it. She told me that Jim had bought it in Acapulco and given it to her as an engagement gift.

We had a wonderful evening with the usual tour of Rome by night. I brought her back to the hotel without making her any kind of proposal, also because it seemed to me already too much what she had previously granted me, who knows for what game of fate just to me. Pamela had, with two days, erased all my past, my present and my future and this was enough for me. She asked me if the next day I could accompany her to the airport because she had to go to London to meet with Jim who had to do a concert at the Round House with the Doors supporters, the Jefferson Airplane (mythical); I said yes.

🌟 Very special thanks to A who sent me the book pages from Alberto Marozzi's memories meeting Pam 🌟

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In September 1968 while The Doors were touring in Europe, Pam spent some days in Rome with her friend Alberto Marozzi, whom she dated for a while.

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