“Rome produces a special intoxication that burns away memories. It's not just a city, it's a secret part of you, a hidden beast. With her, halftones are impossible, either you adore her or you get out. This is the only toll you will have to pay, no matter where you come from: from the green steep paths of the south, or from the swinging streets of the north, or from the abysses of your own soul.”
―
Gianfranco Calligarich,
Last Summer in the City
