The Rally of the National Senior has been concluded for a few hours, and as always I find myself sitting on a cold chair at the Bologna Station on a Sunday evening.
It’s now an habit, it ends the rally, I greet everyone and, with the headphones and the music turned on, I disappear into my world making my way to the station.
Sitting on this bench, surrounded by a thousand tired faces, men in work jacket and ties talking about work, families with small children playing with lego, I look around and smile biting on an oreo.
It is now time for me to say bye to Bologna, as always it was a pleasure, tired, with dark circles that I would envy even pandas, I head to the track.
As I climb up the train, holding the computer between my hands and smile between myself and i, and I think I would do everything to do it forever, because a job is no longer a “job” if you love what you do, because it does not bother you, because it makes you feel good.
And with that, I sit in my seat, put the cell phone in charge, raise the volume of music, close my eyes and let me lick from the notes of One Man Army.
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Andi King Photography 