To Distant Areas-II: Sicily. Part First.

I couldn’t even watch on a map of Italy. My arrival to there was for cross out a list. A country lost anything appealing for me itself. I thought in the end of the first stage, I would emigrate from Italy if I live there.

How can I express other if a lot of pathological is normality there? I watched in the third train of my nine-hour trip to Orvieto on a vast fat woman who sweetly smiled to a girl on the other side when she put booted feet on an opposite seat.

I had a personal issue with that big human-being. She took my seat after I entered in that sleepy train and found out that. English wasn’t her language but I showed a ticket. A large woman said she doesn’t understand it. A black man nearby wanted to look on my piece of paper and I gave it to him. There he explained to her. I wasn’t against to take a seat which was parallel to her because she was with her husband or whatever and it was only free place there but she didn’t make a nominal ask. I understood without a translator her talking with arrived conductor later that “we decided to swap”. I find her behavior as amusing. She almost immediately rejected my demonstrated ticket. The Italians are failing in lying as people without voice on “that country got talent” shows. This boot-shaped nationality is infamous in that. I smelled it greatly well with that huge woman. It was a situation which didn’t require to lie but I notice the Italians do that by instinct. I gratitude to an experience but no less than wonderful I have that I don’t need to use trains anymore in my rest journeys in Italy.

As well as, I willn’t come back to Orvieto. I paid once in Grotte del Funaro as this was in assuming. But I revealed other thing with it’s Umbrian city. Money for hotel in Orvieto was taken before. A condition was that I will pay on arrival. I look on a webpage again and words are same. A transaction story of a card informs that money were taken since I chose that place. It isn’t an honest deal. I found out with payment in time of my checking-out from a receptionist whom I woke up at a half of third hour that I paid. I asked to look again because I didn’t want to have a potential later call.

This strike in July 7 began in the evening at nine. I knew that but it dropped from a memory. Perhaps, my stance on not to have more trains was dominating my mind. Only, maybe, I was supposed to take a hotel with any higher price in Pisa but it was lack of luck with that I had. After all, I loved to be in Katowice.

Before coming to Italy again, I did a needful for ultimate farewell with Ryanair, which was in writing a letter to them. It revealed a one more discomfort with this company. You must choose a complaint by passing through pressing on options instead offer a direct approach which would be a commonsense. I handled. I lettered everything what I had on mind.

Arrival was a cinematic. I looked through a window of a plane. I knew that flew over Sicily by watching on a land behind of which was a sea. It was until the vision covered into dense fog and I couldn’t see anything. It seemed that I moved through dimension as travelers in discovery of unknown land. I saw some line far away. After that, an image opened. I entered into night. Lights of that city gave a beautiful to look. The plane turned lanterns off before beginning a circle. I watched. Once I bent my head and I saw Etna from there. It was silent. I arrived in that time when eruption happened in that year. If take any mathematics, a volcano activates once in aforementioned period. I watched on that thing until landing. I had no desire to look it closer. I will be only attracted if it will splash lava again.

An airport of Catania adds to a list of abandoned such place by civilization in Italy. It was dirty in all definitions. It look and poor constructions created that discomfort. At least, I didn’t need to walk long corridors as I had in Milan Bergamo.

I went to unpleasant stuffy outside as I experienced immediately. I came to my ticket office, which was empty in a worker. I moved to situated similar edifice nearby where a woman had a fast-made spaghetti. I asked on my destination and she simply replied on that I should wait. I returned and started to do that.

Perhaps, after ten minutes I saw that man who worked there. Meantime, I’ve learnt by making look on his computer’s monitor that the nearest bus will in forty minutes. It was on 21.45. An employee didn’t hurry and he saw a necessity to activate an air conditioner when he entered in his little booth. That man opened his window and said “prego”. Of course, it was in Italian normality to leave a place without warning and doesn’t apologize when a queue of people was in front of his booth. I should have to deal with car riding from arrival.

I sat on a marble bench, which made to think on Roman Empire, and watched on passing Italians who many of them were with a cigarette. It was to factors of downgraded society.

I had an anticipated Italian style driving when I sat in a bus. He pushed breaks in a few moments but it wasn’t so harsh. I looked on Catania through windows. It was a bumhouse. You don’t come to associate with Italian beauty in architecture. I watched on dilapidated unpretty buildings in all functionalities either apartments or other kind structures and any of which usually had disgusting additions in graffiti. The last always said everything on people who live and who in administration. I never wanted to come in Catania again. I was in a dictatorship alike to Iraq. I uttered “a third-world country” again.

The bus took a stop in that city and a driver moved to his colleague in other such transport for make a conversation. I knew beforehand that in Italy if somebody sees on a street a familiar face from his car, he stops and they talk and it can be with a row of automobiles behind. But such talking doesn’t take more than thirty seconds and I am not against of it. I convinced in that when the driver of my bus made in that time.

A car is the most preferable transport in movement through Italy but ideal if you’re not a driver. It’s infamously known if you park an automobile for a few minutes, you will see a dent in return. This circumstance has a very likely probability. I succeeded in making agreements on riding but they became with hiatuses. I needed to wait in Giardini Naxos by doing nothing. Certainly, I could do that time by continue with novella writing but sitting with the laptop doesn’t create a requiring ambience. It was another dreadful beach town but I was there because it was the best meeting city.

I fulfilled my destiny by discovering a “carpet” hotel in Italy. I stopped in one that has a lack of this thing. However, what can you expect from a place with a balcony on a lonely railroad? You get that when you don’t rent by yourself and it does somebody who is far away from reality at least. I concluded to never deal with let’s say this “sponsor” and especially that who can’t do own job diligent. There were same people who in authorship of my miseries with Ryanair. Even though I need to admit that swift and glimmering hearing of a train gave some romanticism but I cut ties with these little contributions, which were from the “sponsor”.

Perhaps, I will come to resume with writing novella in the days of waiting.