to Fontain - from Fontain

I walked up Fontain de Trivoli along with taciturn Chinese guy. May be we had loads of common. But he didn’t speak English. We walked together ‘cause we walked in the same way already couple of hours. He accompanied with his map. Me… with my open-toed shoes. And absent head. I was smelling, tasting, feeling this the hub of the universe. And we both were da solo. With nobody. So we met at some point. Admired in silence about another Rome miracle. And kept on walking together.

I get used about taciturn Chinese men. In Bangkok he introduced me Chinese Block – and left me in silence on the floor of the temple. So now I felt calm and free. I was turning to side streets, I was straying, touching walls and glancing in windows. I confused Chinese guy with his straight road lined in his map, but patiently he followed me, sometimes touching the walls where I touched them. I couldn’t help but laughing, remembering the group of Chinese tourists one by one making photo of me – waiting Claudio in the rock church in Helsinki - and one by one they mumbled – very beautiful – and showed me thumb-up.
By the way – I even can count Chinese.

In silence we were staying among more then crowd of tourists just watching The Fontain. 5, may be 50 minutes. Then I explain that I will stay here. And he can go.

The miraculous thing there – the water. Absolutely transparent and tender green. U wanna touch it. U wanna feel it. U wanna watch it. Mary told her dream was to swim there in the night. be leaded to police then. And call her family. I’m in Rome, mom. In police. Yes. ‘cause I was swimming in De Trivoli.

With Jorj we started to talk absolutely imperceptibly. I don’t remember the first phrase. Pilot he was. One day in Rome. Where do u go in Rome if u have just a day? To drink coffee, to eat ice cream and pasta. I knew places. Julity, tazza d’oro and piazza Navona. Jorj was stunning smart. And stunning romantic. At 18 he tried plane for the first time – without any case. And then he could do nothing else. He talked about plane and sky. And I was looking at perfect Roman sky – deep high and blue. U never see such a sky. It’s just here.

- so u have wifes in every country – I asked seriously.
- No – he laughed – just one.
- And how long?
- 19 years.
- But… how old are u?!
- 47. my dauther is 18.

I have now her contacts. He talked much about her. She must me wonderful girl. Jorj was the smartest and the youngest person I ever met. After perfect dinner on piazza I went to some meeting with some Emiliano. And that evening changed my Rome.