The Light That Extinguished.

After that docking in Bari, I decided that I will never step my shoe on the most part of Italy, even it will a one-day landing on a cruise ship. Liguria was the single region that I could visit in this country, and its civilized advantage was pointed by me. However, it is known why I’m coming to there.

I keep my word about Pisa Airport in relating not to use as leaving from there. Arrival to there is acceptable, and easy in navigating when you want to find an exit. It was a late evening when I walked out from this building. I already knew the road to my stay, which was in several dozens of meters.

Miseries haven’t leave me in Italy. They always come, even despite I prepared myself by learning about upcoming strikes, as I took that habit–about which I forgot in Bari–but it always something happens. A bathroom door that moves to the right side was closed on a lock. I wanted to open it, but the mechanism stuck. I made efforts to turn the handle up – it was worthless. I used force to grab the opening space of the door when I pulled the lock to the right, and I broke to the freedom.

I, as a good citizen, went to say it to the owner. I didn’t want to berate him – just make him informed. It had an expected Italian reaction. He was surprised that I’m alone and close the door to the bathroom. I began to explain to him and give an example if some woman get stuck there, and the meaning the word “stuck” that he didn’t know. The host asked, “Where is the woman?” He simply recommended not to use the lock. Perhaps, I met an infamous Italian recklessness in a common life. I could strike off in my list. If I something had left that I want to experience in Italy it is an attack of big Italian man who hugs me and kisses. I only could think about poor people who will be entrapped in the bathroom.

The owner, who I must admit is a funny-soul guy, said that everything alright and I made with him a brother handshake.

A little later, I had problems with Wi-Fi connection. He, as a regular Italian, haven’t look on my laptop. He said about working of it in ten years. Eventually, I was supposed to option the machine.

I left the hotel at seven o’clock at exact time when the host was going to come inside. I saw him through the window, while he couldn’t – my appearance frightened him. I was supposed to apologize, but it lead to a short conversation in which I said that everything fine, and we  committed a farewell to each other in which he touched me around elbow. I think I became more acceptable to contact though that part of Italian mentality isn’t for my taste.

I missed the Pusover train because machines didn’t like neither of both credit cards. I used a prepared cash. After long waiting, I took the train that reached me to Pisa’s central station. These machines didn’t like my cards as wells, which they only accepted. I went to a cash desk, which hadn’t any people. The used card worked. I said “gracia” to the young woman behind the window, but she had a dry attitude to me and replied in English. I had very few minutes before the transport leave the station and me. I was climbing through a crowd of people, and went through for push a button of just closed door. It opened.

The train headed to La Spezia. I watched on the station stops recalling stories that I had in the last years.

It was almost fast recalling this city when I searched my hotel with a drew route. I chose wrong streets because it was filled on street tents in which second-hand clothe was on the sale. I said to myself “A Little Venice”. Perhaps, I was crude in that time. I arrived at the hotel early, but a true good-soul Italian woman called and found out about free room.

I hoped that one day would be enough, but if it asked more, I could find a solution to linger there. It ended up that I arrived to visit what I couldn’t in that quite December. I even rejected that sight. Anyway, nobody wanted to see me, and I planned a trip to Portevenere after the help of young funny receptionist who admitted that mistakes right and left when her hand and word were different. She was a classic Italian lady, and that always charmed me.

I wanted to have a boat experience to Portovenere. I walked at a port, thinking about lack of what I saw in Dubrovnik lately. I discovered a house in which met a young woman whose strictness included put make-up. She wasn’t welcome to me. I was in thanking, while she ignored and said her standard final kind words, which the woman said unnatural.

I had forty-five minutes before departure. I strolled in unhurried pace to the end of the port by getting a delight from a sea wind. When I returned in the same speed, I took a seat on a bench. It was soon when people began to create a queue. I joined to it some time later.

It wasn’t organized wisely. Why create a queue for waiting for twenty minutes if it would be better to open access to the ship and keep a man at its entrance?

You can’t take a boat in this city after Dubrovnik and Kotor, or it was recalling of New York, when I watched on natural landscapes, dark green water and the buildings. Some of these edifices associated with Cinque Terre due to multicolor. I convinced in my view through those constructions about regularity of that location which attracts myriads, as I saw in a day of arrival in La Spezia and took a parallel path to avoid a looming crowd. Soon in front of me appeared a seen on pictures Torre Scola when I was learning that region. A tower that was built in XVII century for protection was a tourist object now. I eventually realized in images it can’t interesting. That was indeed in reality. A regular building without attracting me history.

I looked on the stone buildings of Portovenere from the top of the boat before leaving. If that place seemed the depth of Italy in December where you should try to look for those who knows English, it was a tourist spot where frequently can meet a man who knows your language. I moved to the entrance, which gates were closed. I entered into narrow streets that were showed life, which I haven’t seen in Venice. It should be guessable that selling goods included pesto. I crossed two times how woman offered a piece of bread with its traditional sauce to people in front of me who rejected. I would accept it.

The ruins of the fortress contained multiple views from the windows, which aren’t riveting in actuality. All that were just facts. I still had Balkans on my mind.

I walked into a church, which impressed in its unique design in multicolored stones and humbleness. I walked around and climbed up to the top to Doria Castle. It required additional payment in five euros. Seeing the inside is you only experience the building itself, which is likeable by the special design in angles, as it usually did in a fortress construction. There is a garden with mandarin trees. That part of fruits reachable with a regular human height and hands were absent. Did anybody think about shake the trees? That similar and the same question was on the next day on La Spezia train station.

I decided to return by bus. No difference where to choose a discomfort. A woman that sold me a ticket was cheerful with a pair of mother and her teenage daughter, but she turned strict in talking with me all two times. I recalled Cheach Marin’s roles in From the Dusk Till Down. Although he played different characters, but that female and those I’ve seen in Pisa Train Station and La Spezia port united in common, which was in the same attitude and somewhere common was in the facial characteristics.

The bus was dense populated of people in contrast of free walking in November. The human bodies were touching me, and I was pushing them back.

I walked out from the bus and said to myself “Glad to be alive!” It was near with the hotel to which I’ve came and didn’t step out after that.

Long time ago, I chose a path that I considered as mine belonging. Once I realized that I saw only the darkness. I thought that I don’t belong to loneliness. I arrived in Italy to take that turning step. I wrote dozen letters to the lady of my dreams, but I was chasing a ghost. I believed that I can take that path. I watched on pairs in those days. Since that, I realized that I will stay alone. Some hours later, I was fine with that. I accepted that should find my kingdom and rule it without a queen, as Conan the Barbarian.

I haven’t anything to Italy at all. I walked to the bridge that led to Genoa Airport and heard the strokes of The Doors “The End”. They already played before.