Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 5:56:42 GMT
Hamidi started to intervene, in an uncertain gesture of protection, but the clack of a switchblade made him step back. Kehinde held him down, grabbing his arm. "Nothing happened," he said. "There's no room here, let's go." No one saw them go except the two who had chased them away. The woman didn't know where to go. She instinctively headed towards Via di Porta San Lorenzo, an area that was always dark and isolated. Hamidi followed her in silence, turning every now and then towards the hostel and the mass of people waiting for her. She hadn't digested that arrogance of hers.
To their left the Roman walls loomed like silent witnesses of a bygone era and of a grandeur now long gone. Kehinde knew nothing about that story, even though someone had told her that the walls belonged to an empire far away in time. In reality the woman didn't even know the history of her country well. Hamidi, however, seemed not to have noticed the Special Data grandeur of those walls. Other thoughts competed for her attention in silent conflict. Having reached the end of the road, Kehinde decided to pass beyond the walls. She felt like there was more life on that side. She didn't know that she was the one who had just come out of Ancient Rome. She continued along the Roman walls, until she found a tunnel to her right.
There the traffic was heavy again. They entered the tunnel and above their heads they heard the rattle of a train arriving at Termini Station. They emerged at Porta Maggiore, the large square always clogged with cars. "Where are we going now?" Hamidi asked her in Swahili. Kehinde couldn't answer him. He felt her son pawing inside her, he felt her birth getting closer and closer to her. Tears began to flow, liberating. A woman passed by them. She had two bags full of Christmas packages. She looked at Kehinde's belly and saw tears streaming down her face. The ringing of a cell phone drew her attention away almost immediately and the woman answered, quickly walking away. A little further on the two met a couple. Kehinde took courage and stopped them. But her parents dismissed her with a nod, without giving her time to speak. They were used to people begging, Rome was full of them.
To their left the Roman walls loomed like silent witnesses of a bygone era and of a grandeur now long gone. Kehinde knew nothing about that story, even though someone had told her that the walls belonged to an empire far away in time. In reality the woman didn't even know the history of her country well. Hamidi, however, seemed not to have noticed the Special Data grandeur of those walls. Other thoughts competed for her attention in silent conflict. Having reached the end of the road, Kehinde decided to pass beyond the walls. She felt like there was more life on that side. She didn't know that she was the one who had just come out of Ancient Rome. She continued along the Roman walls, until she found a tunnel to her right.
There the traffic was heavy again. They entered the tunnel and above their heads they heard the rattle of a train arriving at Termini Station. They emerged at Porta Maggiore, the large square always clogged with cars. "Where are we going now?" Hamidi asked her in Swahili. Kehinde couldn't answer him. He felt her son pawing inside her, he felt her birth getting closer and closer to her. Tears began to flow, liberating. A woman passed by them. She had two bags full of Christmas packages. She looked at Kehinde's belly and saw tears streaming down her face. The ringing of a cell phone drew her attention away almost immediately and the woman answered, quickly walking away. A little further on the two met a couple. Kehinde took courage and stopped them. But her parents dismissed her with a nod, without giving her time to speak. They were used to people begging, Rome was full of them.