over the bridge
They walk over the portonaccio, San Lorenzo, San Giovanni, turned into Porta Metronia, the archaeological walk, did a bit 'of carosielli around sluts, departed rocketing to Porta San Paolo, they passed the general markets, entered in the Garbatella. [...] in the little bar of scratch, around the arbor, there was all the young people who lived in those tenements.
Pier Paolo Pasolini, A violent life
Over the bridge is a work about Garbatella, an hystorical area of rome. The name derives from garbatella, in the opinion of most, the nickname given to the owner of an inn that stood on the rocky peak behind the church of Saints Peter and Paul. This area was, before theFfifties, a huge expanse of grass pastures and it was crossed by travelers, especially pilgrims. They assigned the nickname of Garbatella to the sweet Carlotta, combining the Italian words gentle and ostella. I guess the door, into the night, with a large lamp that cuts through the darkness. Handsome, with dirty clothes and a smile fairy morgana welcomes travelers, restores them and tells stories of mystery that occurred in that campaign of steps and distant voices.
About the name of the neighborhood there are other possibilities, but i find that this, among all, is what most binds the spirit of the area that was opened, for the first time under my eyes, when i get lost in a long walk. I discovered Garbatella like a treasure, suddenly, passing a futuristic bridge that resembles the carcass of an animal. it is a mystical bridge, a bridge with even esoteric reminiscent of shamanic rituals made with animal bones. Garbatella is full of that morbid fascination and magic for me. Its pale light of the suburbs, and that trick a little 'unmade dormitory during the day, is completely transformed at night, filling light bulbs with copper wire, swing music, men in raincoats belonged to a general of WWII.
What has long been, in fact, a historic suburb - since the illegal artist blue redesigned, literally, whole blocks with the pop art of monsters, loneliness, irony, reflections and icons - has become the home of artists and new sounds, in the land of breweries and experimental chef. Similarly, the area began to be populated by a new tribe, the no sleep when night falls, the streets are filled with men and women dressed in second-hand clothing, vintage items, vests come out directly from the thirties, illuminated by the cold light of hi-tech devices, sticks shamanic rituals of their aggregation. propitiatory dances, celebratory meals, music made on the beat of the heart and the music of a gramophone singing hoarsely our grandmother. The fireworks illuminate the streets and faces emerge, full of questions; you can hear the words of people probably lost for the endless roads with names of rivers and harbors made of asphalt, inhabited by sailors and mermaids.
Garbatella has made the magic of redevelopment, the emergence from the suburbs with all the strength of its history and new impulses. new nightlife center, welcomes the arms an entire generation that is continuing the tradition of gracious hospitality ostella and old churches, erecting new temples of secular rites and raising altars to pop culture.