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thetravellingvagrant · 2 years ago

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Day 6 - In Which I Remember Why I Fucking Hate Hostels

As is now apparently just my way, I was up and raring to go for whatever grinding, awful bus journey lay ahead of me on this particular day. I think it was Genoa to Milan, but at this point I had done so many trips in such a short period of time it was impossible to actually tell. I quietly hauled all my errant belongings out of the dorm room in which I had spent the night, into the communal kitchen, to arrange them back into my bag as far away from sleeping ears as I could. Christ, I’m good.

I sat down at the only table, joined by a strange and ever so slightly sinister looking thin, old man who gave me serious ‘was once a respected professor of history who has since been edited out of every BBC4 documentary he was ever featured on due to clandestine nazi sympathies and also wild, unspecified sexual misconduct’ vibes and forced a bowl of complimentary breakfast cereal down my throat, more because it was there and I hate passing up on a deal than out of any actual hunger. As I finished my, what I might loosely call, breakfast with a final triumphant wretch, I turned to the sink to wash my bowl - see above, re: christ, me being good - and the man spake.

“You are travelling?” he asked in a thick italian accent.

“Uy, yes. To Milan” I offered in return.

“Ah. Me too! You go by bus?”

Ah christ. I really didn’t want to get saddled with having to walk to the bus stop with this guy. I was already late for a start - I didn’t have time to stop every thirty seconds for him to daub a swastika on a nearby wall and wolf whistle at a pre-teen.

“...Yeah.” I replied, the trepidation a little more obvious in my voice than I had intended.

“...What time?”

Go. Away.

“...eight forty.”

“Ah. My bus is at ten.”

Thank god.

“My cell phone is broken and I don’t know how to get there.”

I stood in silence for a second, waiting for him to say more. I’m not quite sure why he was telling me; I couldn’t really wait until ten to walk him to the bus stop, if that’s what he was implying. He said nothing, though. Clearly it was my turn to talk.

“...the bus station isn’t that difficult to find...” I shrugged, putting my jacket on impatiently.

He nodded. I took this as a sign the conversation was over and turned to leave. As I put my hand on the door, he continued.

“Where do you go after Milano?”

“Bergamo.” I snapped, desperate to be out of this conversation, now for both time and comfort based reasons.

“Ah. That’s in the mountains?”

“...I guess?!”

Another silence.

“...Well. Bye!”

And with that, perturbed and grumbling, into the icy air of the Genoan morning. I hope he never caught his bus. Bloody nonce. Probably.

Quite unlike the old diddler whom had just occupied far, far too much of my time, I had been in and around Genoa enough over the past four days to know, almost as if by instinct, where that fucking bus station was and so, made it there with ease. I boarded my already present and idling bus to Milan and took my seat. This one existed, so I was thrilled. The bar really is that low for Flixbus.

A minute or so before departure, a woman walked on board. That one woman every single inter-city bus seems to have; loud, unduly angry about something or other - god knows what - and existing completely without any concept of how the relatively simple ticketing or seating systems work on long distance buses. She leaned over a couple and began hammering on their window, seemingly in an attempt to catch the attention and bid farewell to her friend, not accompanying her on this journey. She then turned to the rest of the bus and boomed in Italian so loud that even I understood

“WHERE’S SEAT 20?!”

I chuckled. Boy, whichever poor sap was in seat 20 was about to have a shitty fucking time on this trip. Didn’t envy *that* poor schmuck one bi- Hang on a second, I’m in seat 20.

I watched, dismayed, as she howled over to my aisle and took the seat next to me, immediately spreading her knees and elbows out wide, puncturing directly into my own happy little bubble of personal space. Sighing, I folded myself into the smallest shape I could manage and pressed myself against the glass. It was me. I was the schmuck.

The woman fell asleep near immediately, allowing me some wiggle room in unfurling myself, which I immediately and gleefully took. This was a mistake. In my (outwardly) casual attempt to not cripple myself, I accidentally jostled her arm, which fell from its previous resting place, atop her fat tummy, directly onto my leg. This, obviously, was an intolerable turn of events and one I immediately rectified by pushing her hand away, into the gap between us. She responded to this, still asleep (I hope) by pushing her now loose hand, first under my thigh then snaking it upwards to my lower buttock. How had this gone so badly wrong. I tried for an embarrassing amount of time to subtly remove her pudgy little meathooks from my gentleman’s lady garden to no avail - many of my attempts seemingly only causing her to push in deeper - until eventually, I relented and decided instead to live with his unimaginable social torment and just fart on her hand periodically instead. Revenge is sweet.

Eventually, nearly forty minutes late - it was Flixbus after all - we pulled in to Milan and the woman pulled her hand out of my unhappy anus. We bid each other adieu and went our separate ways into the city, never to see one another again. I absolutely fucking pray.

Reader of earlier entries to this blog will know that Milan’s Lampugnano bus station is, very helpfully, fucking ages away from the city center. Regardless, I decided to walk the distance one more, partly because the check-in time for my hostel dorm for the night was, once again at the irritatingly late 2PM, though mostly because I hadn’t figured out how to buy a ticket on Milan’s public transport system and at this point was beginning to be too stubborn to want to figure it out. So I walked. Shoulders be damned.

I arrived at my hostel at half past one - the time I had been let into the previous hostel - and so decided to push my luck.

“Check in is 2.” the surly, bespectacled woman behind the counter snapped.

“Oh, okay.” I replied, knowing that anyway.

She eyeballed me, sighed deeply as if absolutely done with my bullshit, despite me uttering literally two sentences since my arrival and began tapping on her keyboard.

“...One moment” she spat, clicking away, before stopping, looking up at me like I’d just spitroasted her cat and oozed out the words “...Your bed is ready.”

“Oh, lovely!” I beamed, quietly wondering what her shitty attitude was about if the room was already free and me being in it thirty minutes early, to the best of my knowledge, affected her life in absolutely not one way I could imagine. She grunted and threw a key at my face.

A far cry from the yesterday’s hostel, this one had absolutely no charm to it at all. It was sterile, impersonal and shoved rules in your face in almost every direction you turned

So homely. Also, as a side note "we will have to use the oxidation blade to open your locker" is an absurd claim. The door to mine was nearly hanging off its hinges and one solid yank cold have collapsed the whole thing.

Also my assigned bed was an upper bunk in a corner of a four-person dorm, in which all the residual heat of the room coalesced, making my bed and my bed, alone, the hottest place on fucking earth. I turned the heating off immediately and clambered into it, regardless, to relax my aching body. Maybe if I thought of it as a kind of sauna it wouldn’t be so bad, even though I absolutely hate saunas.

It wasn’t long before I met two of my erstwhile roommates. A couple of loud-ass, basic-ass Polish Erasmus students*. My favourite.

They had been separated from their other two loud-ass, basic-ass cohorts by the hostel’s callous room-assignment computer system and they were not happy about it, one bit, no sir. As luck would have it, though, they had bumped into two entirely different Mexican Erasmus students staying in the other room who were willing to switch dorms with them. As absolutely thrilled for them as I was - and I was very thrilled - the upshot of this entire encounter was that my dorm room had now become a sort of low-key, very very boring party-central for two different groups of Erasmus dullards to mingle and hoot and discuss their various business management courses. It’s always fucking business management. Anyway, my answer to that was a firm and emphatic “no.”, so I packed my laptop away and left, hoping against hope that by the time I returned they would all be dead.

(*for those of you reading unfamiliar with Erasmus, it’s a sort of foreign exchange program you can enter into while in university, which the students who partake of it use as a replacement for genuine personality.)

I grabbed a quick lunch in the form of a pre-packaged sandwich (with the crusts already cut off because Italians are babies) from a supermarket, before heading to the Milan museum of natural history - noting that entry was free on the third Tuesday of every month, which it was, and thus taking that as a cosmic sign that I should go look at a mammoth for a bit or whatever.

The museum was actually really quite a good one, despite nearly all of it being described only in Italian and while I thought it, initially, to be a bit titchy and shit, I was delighted to discover that the initial part of the museum - which I had thought to be the full thing - was actually augmented by multiple other, hidden away floors of exhibits, a good number of them chock full of some pretty fucking stanky examples of bad taxidermy, which, as anyone who’s even passed a quick eye over this blog or spoken to me in person for even a second in real life will know, is absolutely my jam. So expect a big dump of photos of that after this entry.

Brace yourself...

For dinner, I decided to get some famous Milano pizza. Milan, of course, being the birthplace of the dish and it wasn’t until I was outside my chosen restaurant that I remembered that it’s actually Napoli rather than Milan that pizza originated in and I’m actually very stupid. Consequently, out of a potent mixture of embarrassment and irritation, I ended up getting some nice pizza-esque foccacias, instead. Milan is probably famous for those, right? Right.

Back in the hostel, I was left alone in my otherwise unoccupied room for hours hours and - again - anyone who’s ever met me in person will tell you that I firmly believe that not being around people is fucking sick, so I was obviously having the time of my ruddy life.

At around eleven, fatigue set in. I clicked my light off, lay my head on the pillow and I swear to Italian Jesus, literally less than thirty seconds after I had done this, the doors to the room burst open and the Erasmus girls returned, followed shortly after by the other occupant of the room who, if I am being as charitable as I possibly could be, I could only really describe as ‘The king regent of all fuckbois’.

I anticipated some noise on their return. That was fine. It’s impractical and unfair to expect everyone to be as great and also handsome as I am, while staying in a dorm. What I did not expect, however, were all the lights to go on and for Fuckboibot 2000; a robot sent back in time from the near future to neg all women, to spend a full forty five minutes, loudly opening, closing and reopening his suitcase, banging his locker door shut at full force and generally being as loud and shit a roommate and person as it was possible for him to be, which apparently is so shit that it even transcents what I thought to be a human being’s limit of shitness and yes I am including Hitler in that.

Finally though, sick of making all the noise he possibly could, like a baby sick of its rattle he settled into his bunk for the night, presumably to wind down for the evening, looking at mean spirited memes and sliding into the DMs of unwilling and disinterested women as I lay in the darkness and plotted my incredibly petty revenge.

#Milan #genoa #italy #travelling vagrant #travel #travel photography #photography #taxidermy #bad taxidermy #natural history museum

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thebekerslegecy · 3 months ago

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vestaignis · 9 months ago

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Застывшие во времени люди и боги итальянского скульптора Арриго Минерби Феррары.

People and gods frozen in time by Italian sculptor Arrigo Minerbi Ferrara.

Арриго Минерби ( 10 февраля 1881 , Феррара — 9 мая 1960 , Падуя ) — итальянский скульптор . Родился 10 февраля 1881 года в еврейской семье в Ферраре , под руководством скульптора Луиджи Леньяни посещал курсы декоративно-прикладного искусства в Ферраре в школе Доссо Досси . Он работал керамистом, декоратором, тренером и штукатуром в Ферраре, во Флоренции (где он совершенствовал свое мастерство в Академии изящных искусств ) и в Генуе (из этого периода следует помнить гигантского Нептуна из железа и бетона 1910 года в Монтероссо ).

В возрасте 35 лет он переехал в Милан , где в 1919 году устроил для критиков и публики выставку своих работ в галерее Пезаро. Эта выставка также успешно гастролировала до 1920 года. Regionale di Ferrara, возвращение в Милан в 1922 году перед поездкой на Primaverile Fiorentina, и, наконец, его пригласили на Венецианскую биеннале , где он выставил свою серебряную группу «Тайная вечеря» (сейчас в Соборе Осло ). 14 июня 1925 года в Парко делле Римембранзе на Бондено он представил свой «Мадре» как памятник погибшим в Первой мировой войне. Он стал почетным гражданином Бондено, хотя это было отменено из-за фашистских расовых законов и повторно присвоено только в 2004 году. После Второй мировой войны Минерби работал в основном для католических церквей и кладбищ (в Милане, Риме, Рапалло , Пьяченце , Падуе , Коппаро).

Arrigo Minerbi (February 10, 1881, Ferrara - May 9, 1960, Padua) was an Italian sculptor. Born on 10 February 1881 into a Jewish family in Ferrara, under the guidance of the sculptor Luigi Legnani he attended arts and crafts courses in Ferrara at the Dosso Dossi school. He worked as a ceramist, decorator, trainer and plasterer in Ferrara, in Florence (where he perfected his skills at the Academy of Fine Arts) and in Genoa (from this period the giant iron and concrete Neptune of 1910 in Monterosso should be remembered).

At the age of 35, he moved to Milan, where in 1919 he staged an exhibition of his work for critics and the public at the Pesaro Gallery. This exhibition also toured successfully until 1920. Regionale di Ferrara, returning to Milan in 1922 before traveling to the Primaverile Fiorentina, and finally being invited to the Venice Biennale, where he exhibited his silver group The Last Supper (now in Oslo Cathedral). On 14 June 1925, in the Parco delle Rimembranze in Bondeno, he presented his Madre as a monument to those killed in the First World War. He became an honorary citizen of Bondeno, although this was revoked due to fascist racial laws and was only re-granted in 2004. After World War II, Minerbi worked mainly for Catholic churches and cemeteries (in Milan, Rome, Rapallo, Piacenza, Padua, Copparo).

Источник: :wiki5.ru,https://www.artearti.net/mostre/arrigo-minerbi-ritorno-alla-gloria, /it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arrigo_Minerbi, /vk.com/@bmpage-gigantskaya-statuya-neptuna-v-nebolshom-italyanskom-gorode, //www.artearti.net/mostre/arrigo-minerbi-ritorno-alla-gloria, /www.flickr.com/photos/pivari/21549242499, /www.finestresullarte.info/en/exhibition-reviews/arrigo-minerbi-sculptor-between-ferrara-and-the-italian-culture-of-the-early-twentieth-century.

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ligapetani · 11 months ago

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Prediksi Genoa Vs Inter Milan 30 Desember 2023

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heritagebrowser · 29 days ago

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The chapel on the left of the altar of the Onze-Lieve-Vrouw ter Zavelkerk in Brussels belonging to the Thurn und Taxis family.

Saint Ursula Chapel, a unique Italian Baroque style chapel in black Belgian marble and white Carrara marble, was built according to a design by Lucas Fayd'herbe (1617-1697). The sculptures are by various southern Netherlandish sculptors. The restored Caritas statue made by Jan van Delen was recently placed back. The statue was confiscated by French revolutionaries in 1795 and therefore returned after more than 200 years.

The von Thurn und Taxis family initiated international postal traffic in Europe. A German descendant is today known as the richest man in his thirties and the largest private landowner in Europe with 28,000 hectares. The powerful 'DHL predecessors' von Thurn und Taxis had the chapels added to the church in the second half of the seventeenth century.

Von Thurn und Taxis (also Thurn and Tassis in Dutch) is a German noble family of Italian origin that acquired great wealth through its activities in the postal system. The current monarch, Albert II von Thurn und Taxis, resides in the Fürstliches Schloss of Regensburg. For two centuries the family was based in Brussels, where they owned a city palace (ca. 1500-1700). The still existing site of Thurn and Taxis was at the time the grazing land for the post horses.

The patriarch of the postal dynasty was Omodeo Tasso, the first family member to be located in Cornello dei Tasso. At the end of the 13th century, he and 32 relatives organized the Compagnia dei Corrieri, a courier company that worked on behalf of the Serenissima (Venice). She provided foot connections between Venice, Milan and Rome, Genoa,... The Bergamots had always occupied a major place in the old Venetian postal service (couriers were called bergamaschi in Italy). At the end of the 15th century they organized themselves into the Compagnia dei Corrieri dei Roma, a company controlled by the Tasso family.

Other members of the family were called to the Papal States to take care of the papal post. They did this from 1460 to 1539. It was two brothers from another branch who eventually took the business to a European level: Janetto and Francesco. As head of the family (procuratore generale della famiglia e società di Tassi), Janetto entered into a contract with Emperor Maximilian I to set up a truly transnational post (1489-90). He had to connect the emperor's headquarters in Innsbruck with Italy, the Burgundian Netherlands (Mechelen) and France. Janetto was given the title Kuriermeister and called on his brother Francesco and his cousin Giovanni Battista. Under the leadership of the trio, an innovative relay service was created that allowed messages to travel at a speed never before seen in Europe. Thanks to a succession of stopping places along the routes, it was possible to constantly change horses and riders. Only the leather mailbag ("Felleisen") was constantly in motion.

Francesco settled in the Netherlands around 1500, after his brother David had prepared the way. Under Maximilian's son Philip the Fair, he became postmaster and captain and had a beautiful city palace built in Brussels. After the government of Spain de facto fell to Philip, he renewed his agreement with Francesco of Tassis. The new postal contract of January 18, 1505 included more destinations and, for the first time, binding order deadlines (extended in winter). The postmaster guaranteed strict compliance with his life. A star-shaped network of postal routes departed from Brussels: to Innsbruck, to Paris-Blois-Lyon, to Toledo-Granada. For the important route to Spain, an alternative was provided via the Alps and the sea in the event of war with France.

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