There was a screening in an enfeebled ideal suburb,
Just outside Palermo’s city center
ZEN, designed by Gregotti, seemed to hoover, as huge, yellow concrete masses,
and at the same time looked dragged down to societal reality.
Dreams for new places, of which the inhabitants made different
stories than Gregotti envisioned.
Around ten p.m. it was,
we drove in our VW van, entering the rigorous housing plan
Finding our way through the neighbourhood
Lots of people out and around, to chat, meet or walk their dog
Mothers with loud voices, having conversations from window to window.
Few of then went, just like us, to watch the film
Angela was a beautiful Italian woman, set in a mobster scene
We entered their past
The images and sounds on screen
Merged with those of the evening
children kept on playing
a car with loud music, passing by
Appreciating the utter Palermo experience