I'll be leaving for Bologna tomorrow morning. That's a town in Northern Italy, crowded with college students and bars and little alternative clubs where you can dance all night long to The Smiths, The Cure, Bloc Party and other indie stuff (more or less mainstream). I love Bologna. I've spent my first year of School of Law there, dancing my nights away and driving up on the hills to go back to my girl friend's house, at 4 or 5 a.m. She used to live on the mountains and the only thing we would see outside her window, in January or February, while watching tv with the worst hang overs of our lives, would be snow. All the fields that surrounded her wooden place would be covered in white. We would stay in and drink hot milk with chocolate and talk about the night before. About that guy who would never pay attention to us 'cause he was too busy taking care of his skinny jeans or his Beatles - alike hair. We would spend endless hours in her shop waiting for the night to come. Those were the times when a pair of shocking pink stockings would make my day. I would spend hours smiling just because my hair looked exactly the same way as the day before. We were young(er) and we were naive and we were obsessed with Death Cab For Cutie and Molly Ringwald and John Cusack. Is there anyone out there who still owns a boombox? I do!
I'm going to Bologna to spend two days with my friend and then we'll drive to Arezzo, a small town close to Florence, to see Belle&Sebastian live. Belle&Sebastian smell like summer in the countryside. They are warmly fresh and "bittersweetly" appealing. They helped me survive while I was studying Criminal Law and everytime I was stuck in the amazing (not) Naples underground. They're so real in what the say but so surreal in the way they do it. Stuart's voice, especially, brings all these memories to my mind with its soft tone and unbelievable nostalgia. Excitement is in the air and I'm so ready to be 19 years old again.