So, people ask me about what I did at the festival, and well, I don't really know what to tell them... I guess not much would be the answer, but we were awake for many hours a day, so what exactly did I do... ummm... I don't know... I remember being in Rome, and then getting back to Rome. I limped to the Coliseum, I went to the Spanish steps, saw the Piazza Navona, the Pantheon... at the end I went to the Fontana di Trevi, threw a coin so that I would be sure to get back to Rome. On route to the Coliseum I had a big blister on my foot, and so, like many Hebrew slaves before me, I was limping in the sun and heat toward the circus... (Please see above expressive pic in a tunnel on way to the Coliseum from my Hotel)
I met some friends and we had dinner and drinks... We saw the Wim Wenders picture exhibition.
But, what happened between those 2 Rome encounters is a bit of a blur. I do remember sitting at several different cafe's drinking 12 million cups of coffee... I also remember giving Wim Wenders my documentary film. I remember sweating, and almost fainting in the Sassi of Matera at 14:00 trying to help some friends shoot a film... I remember having drinks, and meeting wonderful people. I even remember watching a couple of films... go figure... watching movies at a film festival... I also remember bring completely freaked out at the beginning of the festival and swearing I would leave as soon as humanly possible...
But now, at night, in my sleep, blurred memories come back to me... blurred happy memories...
I still wake up at night, scared because I don't exactly know where I am...
It has occurred to me that I may have adjustment issues...
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