To Distant Areas: Another postlude which was in Katowice.

I was sweating in a rare rain when I was trying to acquire a train ticket to Lucca. The drops of sweat were falling when I bend for another card, same it was for a password after a second machine accepted but I entered a wrong code. My first stage wasn’t over. I accepted that I share with Wandering Jew and I was prone that my wish on permanent happiness was always far. However, extension of my journey I made for want a natural prosciutto pizza, which can be in Lucca in rejected Da Umberto. You always can put cherry tomatoes away.

I minded that I willn’t adapt to Italian high heat on place but I did though I’ve burnt my nect in visiting that restaurant in Alberobello. If there was something impossible for acceptance, it was a country’s contemporary music. I poured a lot of sweat. That day was storming. Not a good period for be at Pisa Tower because a crowd can come to amok in reaction on rain. However, there was no what can describe as rain in all towns in which it promised and I wanted to visit. I was on Pisa S. Rossore and waited for one hour for a train to Lucca.

A section in front of a train station was covered in a previous visit. Now I watched on what will revealed as an underground tunnel. It brick construction seemed only for cars by big lines and structure itself. I wouldn’t go to there if people wouldn’t headed in that direction. I hadn’t a needful curiosity, which I always use. I moved down and walked through distance by meeting a Negro who was sleeping on a towel. I came out and realized a comfortable way of interconnection of the train station and entrance to an old town.

I walked, as it was in a past, through familiar way in fortress. I was magnetized as it was back then.

I didn’t take map but I recalled a route, which was a direct. I started to look for entrance but I didn’t see Via Girolamo. I committed entering inside and moved through the streets of lovable Lucca.

I was supposed to take such reckless approach turned Lucca for me as labyrinth. However, I wouldn’t know how city changed since I was there two years ago. More parked cars. More moving cars. Appearance of buses who dare to move inside of this sacred place. Many places offered to rent a bicycles or four-wheel in that kind machine. I saw more roads for all these transport. I came with a though I wouldn’t wish to have a house there as I loved that in which I criticized service. Lucca increased in doing for tourism but I saw less of them than it was back then again. However, the worst what happened was a poster informed on coming of Jennifer Lopez in July 21. I regret that a practice of burning witches doesn’t use anymore. Medieval people knew what to do.

I came out on a round square, which opened for me instead I did walking around in a search of entrance. I walked inside and I was astonished what caused to turn three times around before coming to the exit in the other end. But who installed it, as I assume temporary, an out-of-place new monument? I saw similar composition once again in another point, which was an old city’s edge. The square must be untouched as it was originally.

I didn’t want to move to pizzeria after that walking. Back to the train station was my came intention. I reached fortress on which I climbed and moved to a back direction and it was correct as I saw in the end.

I walked a big part by thinking that I’ll make a full circle. Bicyclers, four-wheel mechanisms and runners were usual as before. I looked on untouched autumn leafs which were since them and only bring a charm.

I moved down and decided to check a name of a street. Then I moved to a next where I was forced to walk around of meddling road sign. My inner told on Via Girolamo. I never could reach drama in my way but I always had such sudden situations. I had a time and, certainly. I wanted to have the prosciutto pizza in Da Umberto.

It’s venue is parallel to Palazzo Ducale. I entered where I met another Italian who didn’t understand my English but I reached a goal. I said that I’m already can order. I took wishful pizza (somewhere was bufala on mind, which has a basil in classic variation and what Il Montino rejected, but I realized on no necessity) It was on taste as I imagined while cherry tomatoes didn’t belong here. On Da Umberto’s pizza itself, I didn’t like a too thick and long entering crust, which gives more time for eat a bread and that makes a detrimental for a dish.

I just needed to take a little more to the left for find Via Girolamo as I recognized in returning same way as I always used. I came to the exit in it’s arc and there I’ve got sadness. It was in leaving of Lucca. My love was there and I saw that nothing happened will change. I turned back for make a look to Lucca.

I moved back through a same underground tunnel. The Negro still lied there after two hours.

I waited for forty with something minutes a train to Pisa and I did movement to station’s entrance for see the walls of fortress five times. And I watched on Lucca through transparent shatters.

I always execute if say something. However, boycotting Pisa Airport and Ryanair hadn’t harshest reasons alike I do to repressive regimes or anything other what evil is. Pisa Airport was a less and minimized evil than using train to Bologna Airport as I did in a previous being in Italy. I don’t even move by railroad to more near Florence Airport if there would be flights to needful directions. I made a bet it will less populated at five pm. Whereas Ryanair was a sponsored flight in which I went against of own commonsense conclusion in a previous time though I stopped to buy tickets there for own money.

My rejections were right here too. Pisa Airport was overcrowded, which I never saw in all previous visits and it was against which I saw everything that evening time has less people wishing to raise in the air. People sat on the floors and the steps as it would be in a war or in a third-world country. That airport doesn’t combine a size with requests.

Duty Free of Pisa was a woeful place but not in that time where I discovered a bottle to the Bastille Day. I don’t know why and I can’t answer did my open-heart mood influenced but a saleswoman at a cash desk made a fifteen percent discount.

My apologizes, but I even force myself to tell this part. I wanted to fresh myself in a bathroom, but I saw a queue in a several men was to there. I could be without going to there. Meantime, waiting long raw a people to same plane as me was in movement after dozens of minutes. Once I came in the very end and I saw soon a door to another bathroom. I entered to there and spent a short time. I returned but that not so little queue to flight gone while gate were barred. I came to there and began conversation with a woman. She said “sorry” but a captain uttered on closure. It was nonsense. I asked her time because own watch on chain were too far. There were ten minutes more before beginning. I have never experienced that incompetent situation and I knew that people usually go in that time. Of course, I couldn’t do anything else than accept listening of that woman and walk to an information office. I passed security and eventually I discovered the needful windows. I waited when an employee will finish talk with a woman in front of me. I made a conversation in which I realized an initial futility but that employee was full useless for his job. He didn’t search properly and dared to retort on mine changing of location. I did farewell with him.

No other then I was supposed to take the laptop and make a reservation in some available Pisa’s hotel because the next day was that damned strike.

Hotel Terminus & Plaza. I would never come to there if not a close location to a train station and mine circumstance. A price was hyperexaggerated. These three stars seemed were gotten for bribery. A liquid soapbox was inside of a shower. That bed was impossible for sleeping and noises of people inside and outside added to bad dreams in alongside with also heard pouring water in tubes and work of a fridge, which I thought to plug it off. Certainly, it was “no carpet”.

But a cherry of the worst was in a bald and fat receptionist. That a piece of abomination laughed on that I missed a plane. I pointed there is not right to behave in such way but these words didn’t come to him. It already began bad. That human said that didn’t receive my booking. I wanted to show it through the laptop but he uttered on no necessity while asked a confirmation at a second time. I could show it only through one way as I wanted to do it again. However, that appeared on his computer. Of course, he was of those who didn’t understand my English. Nevertheless, we could make almost smooth conversation. However, he came to using fingers about how things work in the hotel while English is my first language. Later I made to that obvious fascist to know what should happen with him.

I spent some time for configuration that Pisa Airport is only way out without difficulties. It was alike to escape from dictatorship because it’s repercussions were everywhere as I started to see and experience. I could move to Polish town Katowice. It was the best to be around that state before the beginning of a second stage though return to Italy looked a reckless after all that. But I reconsidered about this country.

A plane was at nine am. I was luckily escaped and I couldn’t have a desire on paying additional money for breakfast there after the rest lousy service. My morning began with seeing a lot of Black migrants who took a low job which was in taking trash from bins.

I’m not a superstitious, but, maybe, that turning of circumstances was for realize and then tell these details of this state. Maybe, my true thing isn’t with Wandering Jew. I had wonderful experience with people and food but I finally saw and started to perceive Italy that is a third-world country. I had that sensing before but I accepted it in the end. I crossed entrance to automatic train to airport by crossing a sleeping group of people who probably were a family, a usual thing in Italy. It couldn’t be a first-rate state by absence of manners in people who can take a cigarette in public and don’t think on non-smokers and you forced to push humans away when you want to leave any kind of train because they stay at the opening doors. These elements are characterizing for a third-world country but no doubt it’s in a horrible economy, which poverty can see. Not a big part of population can have a dolce vita while they meet the ends. Here in Italy, kids live with their parents because can't permit a buying an own accommodation. A poverty and squalid state is everywhere among a history and hyping landscapes. The USA must stripped Italy from Waiver Program.

I made a glance to computer’s monitor of the airport because I checked-in my baggage for a bottle of wine and the watch lied there. I convinced in known before. Ten minutes before flight and I still didn’t wait in a queue when I will walk to my non-Ryanair plane. I didn’t overpay if compare with time when weren’t low cost airlines but the last brings equal quality though WizzAir, which is only that I could use there, was still an exclusion. It was eight or seven minutes before I moved out. There were many people behind me. I think, five minutes left after everybody walked outside. The plane didn’t raise a little more minutes but it was a dangerous wind situation as a captain informed. Anyway, I will never accept Ryanair in any offer. Their hallmark harsh landings and everything dreadful once described to which was getting a new element a day before. Certainly, no Pisa Airport, which awfully overloaded of men. I would pay more money for acquired there wine with which I hope that I will like instead as I had. Anyway, I don’t need to use this airport anymore because I haven’t anything in that direction.

My two stages are the last what I have to Italy. Nothing constant and personal holds me in this country anymore.

I didn’t find that I want to see in Katowice. I wouldn’t take a direction to there if not happened with me. But I was glad. I already in it’s airport sensed an arrival to civilization. That cold was tender for me. Poland isn’t my country and Italy is closer for me, but I was gleeful to be here. I watched with happy eyes on nature in doing long trip to a city.

Katowice is a town with many old buildings of previous close centuries and they have a good writing-in of contemporary ones, which were from nineties. It was contrast with Italy. I looked on economic prosperity and culture of people. I watched on that everything works. Additionally, people understand my fellow English. But, of course, I’m happy that wine passed safely.