JANUARY 22: FROM VERONA TO GENOA: THE JOURNEY CONTINUES

Translation by Davide Andreis 

12.30 PM

Travelling again, destination: Genoa. The small C1 is now full! 3 people (Flavio, Gianpaolo and I) plus a load of luggage. We are on A26 (NT: highway 26) and the navigator insists on having us driving on A7. Chiara, don’t insist, that highway sucks, give us a minimum of decision making, come on!

2:00 PM
In Genoa we find an ideal temperature. It’s a beautiful sunny day and we decide to spend it at the Aquarium. Marina joins us and we spend the whole afternoon with dolphins, seals and beautiful fish of all kinds. I bought a pair of earrings shaped as two dolphins… hoping they bring good luck…

7.06 PM
We’re inside the theater. Very nice… intimate and cozy, with plenty of space to sit and drink. This atmosphere is so relaxing before the concert. For once, we don’t wait outside in the cold. And to think that, outside, tonight there is an acceptable temperature…

9:03 PM
At the end, we decide to sleep here in Genoa. The very idea of driving 500 km after the concert upsets us… So, in contravention of our strict rules, we have dinner before the concert and after it… immediately to bed!
Big credits to the the chestnut tiramisu cake of the restaurant… Something sublime!!!

Now we are waiting for these red curtains to open up…

The theater is almost full… it’s nice to be here… again…
Carla gives us another Dream, and the audience warmly welcomes her. I must say that we are a bit exhausted tonight. Fatigue is heavy and we can’t address our voices to her, the way we’d like to. But the heart… that one, yes… and we left ours on the magnificent “Nomadi” guitar. An absolutely beautiful and unmissable version, sang by Carla in Verona and here again tonight… thrilling…
On leaving the theater, a melancholic weariness… Intense emotions tangle, physical exhaustion and a slight, very personal sadness… Because not always one can live well the end of something, it depends on the mood, on what came before and what comes after… Is it these concerts are a light in a moment of great uncertainty… or is it simply that it’s time to go to bed, as in just over three hours we must leave and start clocking up 500 km and then back to work…
We leave Genoa with the certainty, with us since some time, that it’s such a beautiful town, but so chaotic and impossible to drive around… A mind-boggling… Every street and every turn seem tailor-made for you to get lost… Yet that Teatro della Tosse looked so familiar, so intimate… That big hall which housed a children’s playground, a bar, tables and sofas, had the silence of lost opportunities…

See you in Rome, Carla…