When the month of August arrives in Milan, you can tell by small signs. Some are universal, others personal, everyone recognizes their own. And when August arrives, almost everything leaves, leaving behind a city of which they will never know what becomes in their absence. It is the great paradox of August in Milan. It would be the moment for the Milanese to get to know their city in depth, which reaches its most authentic form, but when this happens, the Milanese are not there. Or not all of them. Monica and Gianluca have to stay to put on the dance recitals before the dancers’ parents return from vacation. There are the night volunteers of the Croce Verde of Mosocco, who have to intervene even if the city stops. There are the journalists of the local news, who tell of a city in which nothing happens, but simply is. “Milan in August – What remains in an empty city” by Jonathan Zenti.
21 Set 2024
