Don’t trust songs – or do it: it’s on you
How many times have you been influenced by a song? Music can help us going through hard times. It has an infinite quantity of roles in our lives. A beyond suspicion one is to get to some magic places we heard about in a song. That is exactly what happened to me today.
Day 2 in Poland: I’m in Krakow and in a few days I’ll move to Warsaw.
What a city. I love being surprised: I came for cold – you know, just like the whitewalkers – and I found something completely different. No whitewalkers, man: not at all. Don’t get distracted, Michele: stay focused.
There’s a song that talks about a monument here in Krakow. Here are some verses:
«La terra, l’Emilia, la luna, io e te
davanti al monumento dei cuori strappati
appena fuori Cracovia. »
I distrust literal traduction when it concerns a song, so I’m going to explain its meaning: it’s an image of two people – who, I guess, are in love – who find theirselves caught in the immeasurable beauty of the earth and, more particularly, in front of a monument which represents some men with their hearts being torn. This munument is just outside Krakow. I definitely couldn’t avoid looking for it.
I trusted that song.
Getting lost in Krakow
I had this goal. This morning I went out early with the clear intention to get to the Torn hearts Monument. There was just a problem – that then became the best thing that could ever happen: this place isn’t reported on any map, neither on the Internet. – Well then -, I said, – it means I’ll go and ask and ask and ask. Let’s dive in this undiscovered, metaphoric sea.
I found myself in the Jewish ghetto and I had the chance to visit some suggestive synagogues. You know, Polish people had to defend theirselves from everybody through their millenary history: just in the past century, they resisted to Nazism and to an unjistified mystification of Communism. Anyway, visiting the Jewish ghetto was a deep experience.
I moved on towards the Krakow’s suburbs. When I travel, I always try to get to places that are far away from the main touristic sites. I think suburbs show the real identity of cities and people: they are more realistic and often hide a massive beauty. I got lost into a cemetery at the very top of a high hill: there, I had the chance to see the whole city. It was strange, but powerful. Silence reigned o’er me just like love reign o’er The Who.
If you are TV series addicted, you won’t get angry if I tell you that this story is about to be continued.
From my skin’s logbook:
Written by Michele Clemente
Law graduate. Fake writer. Real traveller.