Instead of your colleagues, you will see Diablo

Imagine to be an average employee, medium-low level, medium-high responsibilities, lowest income. Imagine you live in a wonderful country, devastated by its inhabitants, in the grip of an exhausting, as well as Kafkian, political campaign. Imagine that, at the Survival Compromise, you listen to much more nonsense than before, with the complicity of the economic crisis. It is much more difficult for you to keep in that parallel dimension, a physical and mental one, that you have hardly built for yourself to be able to digest reality.

Imagine you take the Iron Horse on an empty morning. With no reason, as the road is completely free, a Chines tries to suicide under your bicycle randomly crossing Corso Buenos Aires, but you say “No”. Imagine that today, if you look up, even in Milan you can see Damascus sky. Imagine that, just outside the city, your can feel also a sweet air, announcing the spring, the same you were feeling in that city which is now suffering so much.

Imagine that you arrive at the riding centre and you find your reservation under the name “Abate”. You laugh, but anyway you have your place for the horse riding session in the Park. You will go out with Diablo, after so much time you did not meet him, Miguel will follow you and Elita will come first, the wind will make you cry while you watch Lambro river, full of water but not so much. At the moment of the canter, Diablo will be full of life, very different from the first time you met him, overloaded with work and summer heat. You will also discover some unattended manure, that you already wishing to steal for the Vegetable Garden. For sure this is the most valuable material you have found for the whole week.

Imagine that C., after the walk, will leave you a little with Diablo, while he takes Elita back. C. tries to be as quick as possible, because he knows you have to go back by bicycle and he thinks you are in a hurry, and he does not knows you are waiting for that moment since two weeks. Finally you can stroke the horse, tell hime some things that he finds boring as he is thinking about the small green meadow that he was not allowed to munch, you can relax with the herbivore and read in his eyes all the generosity of someone who keeps on carrying you on the back, when he could easily refuse it because of his dimentions and strength.

Diablo

Imagine that you will go to buy milk, after that. You will have the impression all the population under ten years old from Milan, Monza and Brianza has gathered in the Park. You don’t mind, but you have to learn something very important from those children: next week the farm friends will be much more important for you than god, the virgin Mary, the Holy Spirit and all the other shady characters who manage the destiny of the the Survival Compromise.

Imagine that a horse kissed a sheep. No, it is not about the last pseudo-debauched nove, even if this scene would fit very well into something like that. Imagine that you could not take a picture of that moment, as you were already trying to find a balance on your bike, looking at the disappointment on the horse face, after the kiss.

Friends

Imagine that, on your way back, the wind will be on your favor. Your legs will go easily, no matter how many kilometers you have already done or the hour spent riding. Imagine you will forget the stupid sloping chair which damages your legs, but you can not realize it while you are sitting on that for hours at the Survival Compromise, so that you can immediately complain, but just when you get home, in the evening.

Imagine you will reach home fast, and you will eat nice things you have already planned. Imagine you will relax surrounded by love and support, and you will bake some small rye baguettes, they would have been nice also with mullets, yesterday night. Imagine that everything you will listen to will not undermine you, that for one day the heavy domestic accounting does not exist, that the anger, thinking about all the young people left without any perspectives, will not invade you.

Imagine that tomorrow, looking out of the window, you will see the Iron Horse that accompanied you in this trip. When you will raise your head, instead of your colleagues you will see Diablo.