29 ottobre 2012

 

Where do we leave our dreams?

di Amedeo Votto

Few drops of sand in the hour-glass remain, as though they would never end.  Few items are still to be collected, but those cases are not likely to close, as they would never take off. Few memories are waiting to be lived, to fasten themselves to our breasts, to nail them down in mind.  Those will last forever, I am sure.

However, the last things were to come. That light is going to be switched off. But the spotlight is still turning around, focusing on our last work-day at Eco-UNESCO. “You gave proof of excellent and admirable organization”- said the National Director of Eco-Unesco, Elaine Nevin, who assisted to our Action-Projects’ presentations. Each group gave a speech about the campaign which took place all along Grafton Street two days before with extraordinary results. “I am proud of the fact that youth community thanks to you were interested in environmental issues - she continued- and I am really surprised of how green aware have you become during this two weeks”.  Apart from the general satisfaction, the individual achievement reached through our projects seems to have been  outstanding and really impressive even for ourselves, since we have never thought about being able to “just not to say it in words, but to act it out”.

A fine downpour did not stop us from going for our “Green Trail” in the afternoon, during which we explored the most important city’s green areas, finding out the innumerable features of Dublin’s parks and reserves, according to our guides’ support. By visiting the Natural History Museum we discovered both the native and the invasive flora and fauna that the city of Dublin has hosted since the Eighteenth century.

Dublin wore his Halloween mask on our last Irish Friday night, and surprise those who have always seen this feast as a comic relief and not as an apotropaic and quite religious tradition, as the Irish of all ages do. Ogres, zombies, monsters, ghosts and weird evil creatures were walking on the streets laughing and trying to scare themselves and the passers-by.” But- they said- Halloween has just begun!”

“Witches out of bars’ dust, vampires through lights’ bolt, murderers pass by hiding tight their colt,

Boys in-between mind’s place, the girls on the spot of whims, where do we leave our dreams?”