Idag stormer det for fullt i Bergen. Når det stormer for fullt i Bergen tenker eg innimellom på Trieste. Der lagde ein songar om stormen. Folk snakka om stormen som ein gamal ven. Stormane var ein institusjon. Triestinarane kalla aldri stormen etter stadig nye jenter og gutar. Ein kalla stormen berre for La Bora. Etter Borea som betyr nord frå gamalt av.
This is Pier Paolo (1922-1975). He had to escape to Rome from Casarsa in 1950.
In Calcutta India 1993 I started learning Italian. My teacher was a good Italian friend and colleague – Angelo from Como. The main reason for my italo-interest was the Italian poet/artist/director/aka multi-talent Pier Paolo Pasolini (1922-1975). Angelo knew a lot of Pasolini’s poetry. Pasolini opened up new horizons. Especially during the years I lived for longer periods in Trieste. This marvellous austro-italian habsburgian city is not too far from Pasolini’s birthplace Casarsa; it’s in the same region – Friuli. The visits to Pasolini’s hometown Casarsa made a deep impression on me. From Casarsa he had to escape in a hurry to Rome. I wrote once about a visit to Casarsa. in the Norwegian cultural review Syn og Segn (click the photo below). There I met Pasolini’s old neighbors and friends: Mario and Mario. All this came to my mind when I recently visited the amazing Pasolini Roma exhibition at Gropius Bau in Berlin. It was almost like being back there – in Casarsa. But only almost. A deep and moving exhibition. It will run till january 4th 2015.