Lisbon 1999

(...) Until the world was the one known through maps and atlas, whoever meant to visit the broad world was departing, for sure, from the port of Lisbon. Meridians and parallels were a grid to sail across real spaces, that is, free. Now a rowing lock is floating and a sailor is working for pleasure to the thole. Then it is maybe because he is aware of some truth, concerning space and time of the solar year 2000, not covered by the uniform rhetorical clothes of the global universe, that a man with white beard, by the wrought iron balustrade looking at the port of Lisbon and the ships, raises his arm towards us to express us, with an unrestrainable laugh, his disenchanted happiness.

Alberto Olivetti