Lately, the magnificent weather has been showing a super beautiful Cambridge.
A hit-and-run mission to my beautiful and disastrous Naples, and now I’m flying back ‘home’, to Cambridge, which I’ve been calling ‘my temporary home’ for almost 4 years now..( “I am going back in a while; yes, in a little while we’re going back to Naples..”). Cambridge has given, and keeps giving, me so much, and I am grateful for that. In Italy I wouldn’t have had such opportunities, especially in this crazy period. In the end, they, Italy and Naples, kicked all of us out unjustly. This fact pisses you off, and anyway the feeling is clearly mutual, it makes you tell both of them to go to hell. But, there’s nothing to do with certain loves. No matter how long you try to resist, you cannot oppose too much, they exist and that’s it. You cannot govern certain things. There’s no reason – or job – for that. After so long I have understood this thing clearly. The saying ‘out sight out of mind’ works..but, whatever it is, it always keeps staying in your heart, despite you shifting the focus away.
While I was looking at Naples from above, I was thinking of that, of how much we fall in love with this city, and about the fact that the Neapolitans only can properly understand the meaning and the extent of this passion. The others can appreciate Naples, can envy it, but as Pino Daniele sings “no one knows the truth” , only those who are born and has lived there can. Even I fully realised that only after emigrated to England. And since then I’ve felt even more proud of being from Naples (before, I did not even know I really was). The heart, a certain sensitivity, and the intelligence that you get from that place cannot be found anywhere, not even in people from other Italian cities.
I left last Sunday to run some important errands in Naples in less than four days. Recently it’s been a good period for me in Cambridge, a weird ‘hot’ summer period, and a very positive period at work too. So I thought “oh well, it is going to be less painful than the usual, it will be very quick and in a little while I will be back to my life and to my nice job in Cambridge which I really love. I am going for a moment to the chaos of my cities in the south which doesn’t work, and then I’am coming back super quick.’ Today is Thursday. The last four days just flew, and at the same time they’ve been so rich of things, beauty and warmth..in short it’s that again as usual, the magic that only Naples always gives you in the middle of its thousand problems. So it is clear, I will always love it, and always miss it, my beautiful disastrous Naples.
The shutters are closed,
and dots of light are not disturbing while outside the day is already on.
( Naples, 2018, 20th May. It is simple)
Naples, San Martino – 16th May 2017
(*while you’re feeling happy 👆)
Today I did not even have time to put on the coffee machine because of all the work I had to do. So, between working at my laptop and a quick grocery shopping, I allowed myself a STRICTLY single espresso take away from Caffè Nero. I can introduce it to you: this is the most similar to the Neapolitan espresso coffee, the most decent they make here in Cambridge (and in Uk in general.) Less watery than others and hence the most “single” there will ever be here. Be warned, if you come around here and begin to despair from the airport for the first few sips and tries of coffee, do not get discouraged and enter the first Caffè Nero you find. [N.B. this is also the only coffe-shop chain which offers water here… as usual in every café and bar in Naples 😉]
If there’s one thing that has kept me incredibly alive and happy here in Cambridge that was working for a short time at BBC Look East. This is something I will always be grateful for to this place.
Here in the Uk the best way to get access to the television industry is through these work experiences, kind of voluntary, unpaid placements (for this reason brief).
Let’s say the truth, in Naples the bachelor’s and master’s degree earned through blood, sweat, and tears, along with my work experience as a journalist and press officer at no time would have let me gain to get somewhere even close to the BBC.
That can give an idea of : 1) my surprise when I knew I had got hired 😂 [reading the word “HIRED” gives you such a good feeling]
2) the “advanced civilization”, I would say, and meritocracy that make England and its economy so strong … and their absence that makes our poor Italy, on the contrary, so messed up.
Such a pretty place, isn’t it? * _ * I am showing you the venue and the entrance to the newsroom. Below you can see my happiness captured in a selfie in the bathroom 😁 (I tried to pull myself together in front of my colleagues … for most of the time at least)
I admit it, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so happy ! And these are my desk and one side of the newsroom I shot at the end of the day after the Evening News.
My schedule allowed me: to join the morning editorial meetings, the production meetings, the debriefings straight after the evening News with technicians, producers and journalists; and to follow journalist and cameraman out filming, to shadow them in the editing room alongside with technicians and graphic designers. Moreover, I was allowed to watch broadcasts from the gallery and to work on a story searching interviewees. A blast! Besides, given my little bit of luck, I also had a chance to film and find a story…So my pictures have run on the Evening News and online. 😎 (Top stuff! they said! 😁 ) [It was about a police chase – of a stolen car we found out the next day. – The car crashed into a construction site after being stopped by a police stinger. 🚔🚘🎥 I was lucky enough to found myself in the taxi of a witness of the story, a very nice and chatty indian guy who I asked to take me to the place. There, I asked some information to the policemen and made my footage with the Iphone and tripod I always bring with me.]
A happy experience with happy , competent and professional people. I also had the incredible fortune of having hit one of the best weeks of recent times. In addition to being the week of the triggering of Article 50 by Theresa May and of the days immediately after the terrorist attack in London , that one was also the week of warm and beautiful weather, almost like the Italian kind.