Unexpected Night

So, what happend yesterday.

Strangely enough it all starts with physiology episode II. A few friends take and pass this mad exam, so, cheers. On my part the afternoon had prepared me for another night of light soul, for the day's work was done and many hours had been spent in the company of the dreaded chapter 12 of the immunology book: de citokines....

Why not make it a pizza evening? No reason actually, so we did it. I must also cheer little Alice's pizzeria because for 9 euros each we had ad libitum access to excellent liquorice liqueur, the kind that glues the tongue and has the thickness of honey, on top of a good pizza and a german beer.

Well, the rest of evening passed happily chatting away in front of the Duomo. There were about 10 of us, if I'm not mistaken, and about 4 boys and the rest girls.

In the end we went off to try to find a last beer and then toddle home. But unexpected events come our way at this late hour.

Passing by the music shop in the main square we had to stop, and lend an ear, for exquisite sounds were coming from beyond the strangely open door behind the metal shutters. The heavenly sounds were those of Money, Pink Floyd... The shop was dark, all was still. 2.30am.

No better way to end evening was for my friends to sit down on the pavement, light a cigarette and lol the drooping head to the riddim. Unexpected, from the other side of the square a man of about 40 came to join us with a pleasently clining bag full to the brim with cool beers. I must say he did strike us as a bit of a mad chap and we were not all together easy about him, specially the girls. On the other hand I was fueld, and after preliminary introduction happily accepted the beer and started to chat. He struck me as a lonely man that was planning sad drunkness for the night and was all too happy to have company. So why not. At one point he stud up and said that Pink Floyd was enough for the moment, disappeard and one minute later it was Morrison Hotel coming out from the shop. The lights were on, and so was the evening. The shop mistery was solved and in the end we decided to join him inside as the place also had a convenient toilet...

I must say it feels rather good to be in a music store and be able to request albums to the residend dj if the resident dj also owns the place. He was jumping about, pulling cds down from the shelves, ripping off the plastic and turning up the volume. A few minutes later we were happily dancing away to funky seventies tracks in what now looked like a smoky club.

An hour later we bid goodbye, said we would be back next thursday!

I later discovered that also Seba and Lollo were a bit sorry for the chap when we left him as it was plain he would have happily carried on. But as we know, good shows are not drown out and so we set off having just lived one of the strangest night hours Ferrara could ever give us.

I will try and gather other photos, but for now good night.

This evening I'll be off to the a concert, tribute to a 19 year old lad beaten to death by police in Ferrara, exactly two years ago. A mistery never solved.