È vicino alle poste centrali. Markus ha descritto per tutto il percorso i pregi dell’influenza tedesca sulla Lituania. Davanti a una strada che rompe maestosa e vagamente inutile il groviglio delle stradine dell’ex ghetto ebraico dice con enfasi “Questa l’hanno fatta i tedeschi!” Orgoglio che forse ha origine nella controversa spartizione tra nazisti e sovietici with the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, under which the Lithuanians found themselves assigned to the iron regime of Soviet collectivization of property and, perhaps in contrast to rebel against the expropriation of individual goods and the eradication of their traditions systematically operated by the Soviets, sympathized for the Germans. At the wrong time.
"But where are the Jews of Vilnius?"
"In 1941 they were rounded up and brought up in one of the hills near 70,000 and killed on the spot immediately to machine guns . Her laugh has the rhythm of a hiccup. Despite the embarrassment, it sounds as if the immediate left of conviction and execution were a sign of civilization.
The entrance to the Circle of writers would indicate the interior: it is anonymous, like many a door, edged finish. Behind the door, dark hall, opens up a wooden staircase that is lost in a dark upstairs reported at one point only by the red glare of the shabby runner. The wood is brown scales, as well as the handrail in some places has lost the polishing force to be rubbed out of the hands acid (tannin tanned from cigarettes and cigars) writers. The lobby is dominated by a massive gallery, with railings by straight columns, which surrounds it and the ceiling is a rich chest adorned with stucco silver or gold, with stylized floral motifs. The glance is the austere magnificence of the traditional and exclusive British club reserved for wealthy people looking for seclusion. Then the cracks start to emerge.
The paint is peeling on the walls, exploded, torn from within. The Guardian, enclosed by a railing next to the entrance of wood, sits on an old chair smashed survived the destruction of an aircraft dell'Aeroflot (or maybe just like a plane seat). She looks typical of local women who have passed middle age: the face has been masculinized. Just make a comparison with the younger: the age, physical features seem to move away from the center of the face with the same determined slowness of continental drift. It prefigures the coming collapse of the expression. His shoulders high and wide to support a swimmer shapeless dress that falls to the lead. It looks like a cabinet lined with fabric with a hint of a mustache. Whoever asks the toilet, grabs him by the elbow and pushes him toward a staircase that descends into darkness introduced by watchful sentries, brooms, sticks, buckets and cleaning products. Responds to requests with abrupt gestures, waking from a busy intersection in the hour point and sending the other person in the right direction as if to invite a machine not to interfere.
roam In the bathroom copper pipes broken up a wall that is a geography of broken tiles. The light is weak, yellow. Everything is broken, disconnected, the floor is crisscrossed by cracks. Not to be too obvious a metaphor for the decay left open to visitors. They despise the Russians and civilization collectivized Soviet Union while continuing to use its legacy. Cleaning rags and ran aground in the furrows: piss here in the middle is the act of liberating survived a catastrophe.
The old door of the room the manager of the club on the ground floor is painted wood, studded with frames, which has been applied in recent times, a lock of white plastic fortune. Inside the trunk of some kind or character of the local culture Soviet jumped on a table. Everything comes down to pieces, furniture and desks (and old computers) are positioned as if they were in a warehouse. It is a place that has gone beyond the most vulgar parody to reach the sublime. On a low table with a box of dark chocolates, filled with a perfectly smooth surface, their appearance is an invitation bronze. No one sells them but try them is inevitable. Are dangerously good, seem to be the key to access an earlier era, when everything was dark, shiny and safe, the product of an idea without a smudge and uncertainties. An idea that pierced every weakness.
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