SCAFFOLDING
Ever since my arriv al here almost three weeks ago, I have been waiting for the scaffolding to come down to reveal the hidden statue that is hidden behind the white plastic covering. The morning sun reveals its silhouette and those of the four people working on the statue. I have a view of it from my upstairs sitting room window. Everything about the process is very slow and patient and it seems to speak of my own life here. The slow, sometimes nervous waiting for life to reveal itself. Waiting for things to emerge from the shadows and become clear. The four arrive shortly before 8am, taking their time to chat and smoke and drink coffee or whatever, before climbing the ladder into that hidden place of obscurity. Two women and two men. Young. One young man has the job of fetching buckets of water from the public pump in the Piazza. His movements are slow too. He saunters. Smiles. Chats. Yesterday I asked him who the statue represents and he told me it is a famous Italian write...