To Distant Areas-III.

It’s implementation was perceiving for remote. Unanticipatedly, but I could make an agreement with riding me through these places in a continental part. That began with opened a sudden opportunity in places near Modena. The other destinations I wanted to see were far away but reach them weren’t impossible as I eventually realized. It asked time but I could discover a right argument by which I could make a deal with drive me through the rest what I had in Italy.

I abandoned Sicily solemnly. The most civilized thing which I saw there was a row in three big and one little dogs who used a sidewalk. It was on a way to Catagna Airport. Canines are clever. Once I watched dozen years ago how one entered in a bus and left it two or three stops later. However, using of tiny sidewalks instead giving pedestrian zones in Italy is another element of third-world country. I witnessed in Italy walking people on these parts of road many times.

I arrived by bus to Catagna Airport. It had the most miserable Duty Free. However, a territory was spacious and I could connect to Wi-Fi, which worked, but, of course, it was slow.

I had Volterra as it’s known. I wanted to move to there for Roman Theatre. That ancient site was discovered in 2015. I was attracted to it because it’s beauty was untouched yet. I wanted to look on a place of performance from above because I didn’t want to pay eight euros and don’t get a possibility to walk in these ruins. Read tablets is only what you will get for these disgraceful asking payment. Reasoning in a process turned me to refuse for making this distance because Roman Empire was big. I can see theatres in other spots as I watched one and it was Odeon of Herodes Atticus in Athens. As also as, I know where I can see such edifices which alike to this in Volterra.

Bologna was evading in visiting when I arrived in it’s airport. That was the last big city, which I didn't observe in Italy. I had only two towers after all. But before that I asked on necessity of visiting. No so exciting in architecture and they incomparable with such edifices in Lucca. I watched on pictures. There were empty inside and nothing for amazing promised from a top.

I cured myself from miseries by bringing that a car waited me at Bologna Airport. Anyway, it was to a useful experience because I didn’t see this country from that point properly. Fortunately, I didn’t need to steer though I couldn’t keep myself and show an unpleasant gesture to a local behind me. Italians want that you violate traffic rules. They don’t understand that you must pass all transport before you can begin a movement to a parallel lane. No other that, I should have to explain to that person on a language more right for him.

A splendid thing was in that my third stage took in Fiat whose founder Giovanni Agnelli was a secret anti-fascist.

I left airport at 3 pm. I had a time for one place. But I stopped in Imola before that. It wasn’t my initiative because I am not passionate to Formula One in this case. I knew a story that was a track on which Ayrton Senna had a fatal crash in 1994 and it made Michael Schumacher to win that year. Who knows what would be if a tire didn’t kill a Brazilian driver. A contemporary racing car has a protection which could save Senna’s life. But that installation has a pillar which stays between eyes of a driver and I can’t understand it because that creates a discomfort for vision. I am not a car constructor (save me from that!) but putting of two parts aside of racer’s view still makes a searching safety.

A parking was on a backside on which were tribunes. It reminded me why I wouldn’t agree on visit of that event even for a gifted ticket. There are no seat which could disclose whole track. You are in one angle where see time by time how automobiles come and gone. I walked at tribunes, which had a portrait of Senna at beginning. I didn’t want to move to entrance because you need to make a long walk around for come to there. I recognized through virtual map later that parking was nearby on that side. I would move to there if I had a passion to Formula One. I think, I wouldn’t make an accidental discovery of Ayrton Senna’s monument there to which I raised in interest. I made stepping through town’s park. Imola is a little pleasant calm city, which likely becomes more dense in people when occurs an important event. I reached a monument devoted to a racer. It was a brilliant design idea in presentation of Senna from different sides on that rectangle piece and showing him sitting makes a perfect image of a Formula one driver. I returned to parking and moved to planned destination.

The last level of Medal of Honor: Breakthrough takes in a castle of Battaglia. It was memorable when you must fight off from coming collaborative forces of Nazi Germany and Fascist Italy. I ran to different ends for support in killing an invading enemy. Once I took a shotgun on hands which made termination more phenomenal. An incredible game which does the most grandiose conclusion. It makes to understand how hard a real battle was.

That castle or it’s left ruins after battle, which in a lonely tower, are already chill on seeing them on photos. From September 24 to October 11 of 1944 was a period of fend off.

A route to there went to secondary roads and ended as movement up to mountain because castles usually installed there as it’s known. A red car, which likely was from nineties if not even from eighties, was in front of me and rode with confidence that it’s local knows these places. It suddenly stopped on a smooth middle in another turn. An oldtimer, who was behind of wheel of that automobile, didn’t care on activation of warning signal. I looked in empty face of that man. His vehicle was fuming a white smoke as it became understandable. I have no clue in this area but I assume a thing, which function I don’t know and it calls carburetor, overheated and he waited when it will cool.

Less than 4 kilometers left. Only I saw a sign informed something in Italian and, probably, it was that only men made reservation can pass here but I hadn’t time to learn language. I said to drive through what will a curved single road.

I had 1.2 kilometers in the rest when I reached a locked wooden barrier. My destination was seen far away. A parking was nearby. I decided to stop here and that revealed a correct.

I left behind a barrier construction and climbed up. I peered on the tower on Monte Battaglia. I was in excitement by watching on building and that I stay on a place of the battle. That top had incredible views on valleys of green forests which were on mountains. It was a shame that entrance inside of the tower was closed and you needed to use a circular saw for come to there. Maybe, I would do that if I kept that or alike item because this metal construction isn’t a part of the building. I pushed gates few times. I could look on interior only through big holes.

I walked around for admit it wasn’t a big castle and a sad fact, which was made long before, on destroyed building because it was startling from architecture point. Being there made to get me I’m in that battle. I wanted to finish with Italy there and it would be a terrific conclusion.

These lying grotesque monuments at the final climbing to the tower had odd presence since I saw them on pictures. They didn’t belong while a metal plate with names of fallen soldiers and tablets with useful information and castle’s initial image were more than right.

I headed to Modena in which I planned to stop for a couple of nights. I didn’t discover anything for visit there. No more than arrive and leave by meeting car on the exit. Before that, I had a view on tasting a local cuisine. I wanted pasta tortellini, a dish of Modena and Bologna. How difficult was to find a venue with it. Do you hear how I swear if I see a variation in broth? One place already offered 36-month old pancetta - my condolences. I imagine if keep a corpse in basement for such time - I think, it's a good example comparison. That dish is distracting because it’s a lard. The other place had a kangaroo fillet and same but with a "scent of mushrooms". I didn't know that kangaroos in Italy. I wasn't informed on the last their migration. I detected a restaurant which served asking tortellini alla panna. Then I thought that pasta makes to assume that an inventor of it can’t cook. I cancelled, which was in a moment when I did over with going to Italian restaurants.

Movement to Modena discloses an industrial territory in everywhere buildings in farm and technology. They make to see logical origin of Maserati, Lamborghini, Pagani and Ferrari. Sometimes and not so rare were edifices from more far past, which were farms shined in red bricks and art-designed manors and apartments. There were few of them, which abandoned and there was repentance created a belief in that you pass same location again.

Modena is industrial itself when you come inside but it was one part of this city, which willn’t horrible on look as it will reveal. Entering was in crossing of plethora car shops. I don’t know a big city having alike.

I stopped in an old building, which, probably, was constructed in seventies. And it decided to make overhaul lately. They were supposed to put carpet. And I had an air conditioner in which you can’t change from installed 26 degrees. A cleaner, as it was likely, decided for me on her central panel which temperature must be. Later I found out that you don’t regulate when you want to turn on and off in some period of times. Fascists.

“Sponsor” to which I said goodbye chose not so deplorable hotel in Modena. I was on the last eighth floor and had an industrial buildings in occasions and design acceptable apartment buildings far away while an assumed military territory (about that I was right as I will get a corroboration from a hotel’s worker and her not the best English) was the next to place I stopped. Somehow that created a pleasant view. I watched from there how red sun comes down and disappears in between of residential multi-storeys.

Breakfast in that Italian hotel had a rare variety. However, my perception took other look lately. These hams as any lying product on plates were from packs. Perhaps, I became more wishful to high quality food. My organism even in being in a big hunger, as it was in that morning, accepted such eating hard. I looked on the rest for having in one take as impossible but I made that.

Italy and inadequacy are two-friend words. Through sitting in cars, I recognized on absence of a traffic light in far forward position. A driver should bend his head to the nearest right installation if stay first. I’m sure, not everybody will find it as pleasant. As well as the circles can have “stop stripes” painted for transports from the left what makes presence of that shape of road as illogical. And payment in gas station goes that you put a card into machine which takes a large deposit in more than in hundred euros and only then you can fill your vehicle. Return of the rest finances can be not soon as I convinced in all times. I imagine if you want to buy something but short in money. However, that Italian aspect lied to it’s natural balance. Civilized countries accepted a logical vice versa. I saw in Sicily how a Norwegian woman wanted to get petrol first but she was stopped by station’s worker.

Aside of cars, I noticed that all caps in plastic water drinks have a little piece, which stick to rim and you must tear it down with additional force. You can’t drink with satisfaction in offered position because a cap meddling in your face.

There in hotel in Modena, I wanted to walk in elevator with a man, who perhaps got his fat belly after marriage as it usually occurs, and his likely wife but a former showed his palm and said Italian “no” multiple times. That rabble wasn’t capable to explain why he doesn’t want that I enter in public structure, which intended for five people. He could be polite by saying few sentences and I could accept reasonable words but I wished that inner of me didn’t activate again, because it prevented me to make him lie in that lift bleeding. I pushed a button for call another elevator but it opened doors of that which this fascist began to use.

I saw before and multiple times after in this hotel, people don’t want to come when I was inside of machine. It made a contradiction to all my usage of that structure in Italy except little ones. However, Italians are find as natural to stick to each other even in mentioned last places. A country where a physical contact is common. You don’t know this local much but he can wrap by his hands and kiss you. These high levels of COVID were because they didn’t restrict family contacts. I had an explanation on my mind, which was the most silly because I couldn’t see other in Italy. I made research and I didn’t get a precise answer. There were assumptions, which included mine. I don’t like to make conclusion in such way, but I never mistake in such situations. Italians forgot that COVID ended a couple years ago. Why don’t they practice privacy in everything? They brush you and usually don’t apologize as that suitcase touched my pants in Catagna Airport and a female who hold it only looked on me as that same was with a woman in a “sponsor’s” plane on which I will leave Italy by touching me three times (while he child, which she held, did it once with your boot) and made same glance while decided to talk with a same sex friend, which was parallel to me and she liked to contact her shoe with a forward armrest. These primitive humans talked fuss without doubt. Two females or that seen men with a belly many times and family companies on beaches in these two stages exposed that their existence base on instinct, which in doing usual acts as go to the job and make kids. No, these species don’t know on human factor as that boy in Pisa who never assumed that I could secure seat for somebody else.

I willn’t be amazed if Italy will return to something that has no fascism in name, because most Italians have despise to Mussolini’s ruling, but to clear reminding of it. Sometimes I saw this country on a way to this direction. Things don’t go to order, they lean to chaos. I will find this as sad if it happen so.

My brand new day began with movement to outback of Modena where I visited the Maserati Umberto Panini Collection. I saw before by reading an update on official site that a museum installed prices. 15 euros for be there. These money were equal to what I had. I was fascinated by observing almost chronological placed Maserati’s regular elite cars, racing machines and few motorcycles in which the oldest was from 1923. The museum respected transport by saving interiors in primal. Sometimes a window was opened and I could put my nose and get a lovable taste of inside. I could ask a walking bored worker to open a door from any of automobiles and get look. He offered that once and I agreed to glance and get a lovable aroma of leather from 1960’s vehicle. I questioned him about cars’ elements in which I wasn’t sure. That man couldn’t understand me at first time and an alternative way was asking of what I assumed. He confirmed, I thanked him and he always responded “nothing”. I’m not sure that he knew about these things when corroborated to me.

There was a unique machine Maserati 420M/58 Eldorado, which noticeable by that it was driven by Stirling Moss, a great racer of Formula One who never won a championship. He rode that vehicle on the second and it was the last Race of Two Worlds in Monza in 1958. It held my breath when I saw a history.

Eleven kilometers away was Casa Museo Luciano Pavarotti. I was transported to a house in which famous tenor lived. It is a usual country house of nineties in speaking of design but with more spaces, which an opera singer could allow. Some angles are unique as I was in astonishment when I looked up on a first floor and saw the square wood pieces in ceiling, which were inventively painted as flowers were there. This museum discloses that he had an accordion and liked to draw on canvas, which usually not great but he can impress sometimes there. You look on personal items through which can see his likes and interests. His books disclose his love to horses and DVD collection contain his interest to Juventus football team.

NB. Pavarotti wanted to become a goalkeeper but his mother convinced to take teaching back then.

And I had solidarity in films. There are significant stuff as won Grammy and Emmy made me to observe them in details and legendary clothes from a Hawaiian shirt to different operas’ attires, which includes Pagliacci. I walked with raised regret that I never had an opportunity to see his performance. It makes to sense when rooms played his parts. I was getting penetrated by this man as a person in whose honesty of joyful and exciting feelings on photos, you know, they’re genuine and a monumental voice talent in which he impressed as solo and doing with somebody as I was touched by power of duet with Celine Dion, which I saw and heard on TV set. I looked on a row of photos of the tenor with famous people in different spheres – they reminded on the past in which were men with personalities. I came to stands with letters from variable known humans. I was passing them because I wasn’t interested. But it was until I saw in almost end a one by Frank Sinatra. I made a personal discovery on that they performed “My Way” together. He thanked an Italian singer for making more meaning in their collaborative performance of a song, which an American crooner considered about him. Meantime, the TV set played pieces from Pavarotti but I didn’t notice in beginning a song which was famous three tenors performed. I was distracted by that. I started to listen. It had resemblance of My Way… and it was so. I moved to a rectangle installation for hear the song. That performance took my breath away. It was an incredible coincidence. A camera showed presenting Frank Sinatra who was also mesmerized. His feelings demonstrated how he was touched in the end by applauding followed by stand on feet and give an air kiss. I returned for read the rest of the letter where Sinatra says that song became “Our Way”. I was in high feelings of impression, which that museum gave. And I saw logical to make the exit through using an elevator. It was another beautiful decorated place by put leather pillows there and they brought a respective smell, which is adorable and it became greater in time. I watched with excitement when a lift went down on a first floor and I watched on a magnificent house of a grandiose man. However, I returned a slightly later because I saw a balcony on the street, which I didn’t saw in a building and decided to check for reveal that access is closed and after that I used the elevator again – that hadn’t matter about excitement.

I walked through outside of Luciano Pavarotti’s living place included a couple rows of grape between on which I made walk. A grass on territory was cut brilliant. I, as a man who used to be a landscape designer, approved it.

I intended to arrive in Sant’Andrea in Percussina. To there where Niccolo Machiavelli lived in exile and wrote his dreadful The Prince. I wanted to walk through that cellar. A visit to there was possible through booking on website by picking up a date before 72 hours. A schedule was a clear road. However, I wanted to come in a day when a location didn’t work until 5 pm. I had hours before that. I stopped in the first Lidl, which had a gas station in following for use time. I’ve learnt map and chose Cerbaia, which contained a fortress and a bridge on both of which could glance. The car took turn on the exit in that direction. We stopped at toll road post. It didn’t want to accept a ticket. Insertion was correct but a machine didn’t accept. That was same when you want to buy a Kit Kat and your banknotes aren’t accepting. Where you need to smooth and do anything for put your money inside. A voice came out from there, which I accepted for a robot because it talked in protocol sentences. I understood that without knowing Italian. It changed in English. A button for assistance was pushed but that man already talked. He was informed from where the car moves and he presented a payment in more than 62 euros with saying something frustrating him personally. I could but I didn’t want to pay for that technical fraud. I asked to turn around. I returned to initial direction. I made research in that movement by finding out that toll between Bologna and Florence can be from 15 to 20 euros. When the automobile moved to planned location and came to booths, and there I said to drive to one with a human, it cost 9,90 euros. That person to whom money were given was a nice and polite.

I arrived on one hour early. There disclosed that I could arrive hours before. A small ticket office combined with wine and souvenirs, which included t-shirts with title “I love Machiavelli”, which I couldn’t acquire in commonsense. I received an electronic guide added that authenticity in penetration.

I walked through villa and I was fascinated by significance of place, efforts to save original and recreate period while listening about Machiavelli and relating to him made to feel that I stay there and watch on all that.

I was in a room and stayed at a table and a voice with Italian English, which made pauses in reading text, from a device informed that there a politician wrote The Prince. It was breathtaking for me. Now a book for visitors lied there. I’m sure, Niccolo Machiavelli didn’t think that his house will become a museum and one guy on a place in which he made his famous work will write on a paper “That guy wasn’t right!” 512 years later.

I loved to walk through horticultural excellence of the Italian Garden. I looked outside of place, which was in trees. I was in a forest. I looked on grape rows from there. Wine manufactures since for centuries. I had about to acquire a bottle in the end but no that variety as a guide narrated and nothing for taking. Half of that extremely humble wine ship wasn’t that place production.

I was in awe senses when I stepped down into cellar by moving through barrels and coming to the secret tunnel. An electronic device gave up there. Later, I will get unknown information that a passage was built in XIV century for safety because bandits could attack in a night and it was route in attack of enemy. I walked through a corridor, which Machiavelli used.

I reloaded the electronic guide more than once. I came to the ticket office. That wasn’t a usual thing as I recognized. A working girl gave me password, which I began to enter. She said that I forgot on make capital one letter but I did it. She couldn’t take my speed. I entered correct but a program didn’t restore. I decided to picture a QR-code again. That lady watched on me going to do this act and it inspired her to say that I can picture a QR-code again. I should have ask her what other acts I can do in that position. These Italians think that advanced in everything as that with English with which I noticed in my Italian journey an element of non-native speaker which in that they don’t use a requiring plural form in a word.

I was granted in unlimited walking through museum. I crossed the tunnel again and looked on territory from different angles for understand location. I was inside of what is a part of L’Albergaccio’s inn, which changed into contemporary restaurant and therefore I didn’t mind to eat there. I loved to be there but Monte Battaglia was still a match location for final.

I came back to Modena. I went out to old town, which presented a specific architecture made me curious about it. A territory was cleaner than many Italian city. It was a one-to-one opposite to abomination in Pisa. My apologizes for all next, but I never saw in that country before, as it was in Modena, a man who cleans after dog though he wasn’t make his thing at full though littering existed there. Nevertheless, Modena was elaborated in infrastructure as wide boulevards for pedestrians. That industrial surrounding makes an economy. Therefore, it improves place. I walked at Cathedral of Modena in which Luciano Pavarotti had farewell. It was closed to that time. A design was unique and elegant. I thought that, maybe, I should have to come to there in the morning for see inside, which is stand out too among Catholic edifices. But I hadn’t regret.

I entered into Cremeria la Vecchia Stalla, which is a part of ice cream network. I spent time for choosing tastes. That pleasant Italian lady with tender voice and manners gave me time to think and relocated on the next client in that moment. I chose peach, pistachio and lemon, which were put in a cone. Ice creams balls looked natural and they had a same taste. I’ve got that wishful milk origin in eating this treat on shop’s seat.

No charm of Italian ladies, which of the most beautiful in the world, will keep me to make any trips through this country. But, of course, exception for making any arrival is known. I’m in mirth by being in places I wanted to see and same I have toward nothing for comeback to Italy.

I saw many pictures with cannolo. It always was presented in a classic shape. I entered inside of these cafes, pastry venues and whatever else but cannolo wasn’t alike to pictures. It wasn’t beautiful and sophisticated form. It had that mutant look. This can say about Italy.