"The Newspaper of Calabria" Sunday, April 12, 2009 FEEL for a moment is to be in the movie Cassandra Crossing George Cosmatos, then, seeing no living soul around, and reaching out, you realize that everything is true, you can touch, and above all that we are in Cosenza. Not a set, but the tracks north of the station Screener Lise, now become "ghost station" a "train depot." Yeah, but what? Wagons full of asbestos. Cars on fire, cars no longer used in the North for over 30 years and in Calabria have continued to travel until recently. Our attempt to count walking between two rows of tracks employed, although little could be used, was discontinued, making us lose the bill, by a suspicious noise that has distracted our attention. Maybe a few mouse has rolled on something rusty iron sheets placed on the ground a bit 'farther from us, waiting to go to seal some other car, or maybe someone has passed without noticing our presence, on the other part of the convoy. At the end of our visit, someone at the station, will tell us that this is the main access road to the Roma camps located north of the tracks, street frequented by those who come to beg at traffic lights and we understand that perhaps our fear was not entirely unjustified. Has not occurred any permission, no check to enter. Nobody stopped us in continuing. At the station just go north, get off in the yard of handling Ruffolo where trucks enter and exit and continue along the tracks. Over 50 cars, lie there, someone hidden from others unless inquitetanti, protecting nearly one another. We had seen from the buildings Carime, we see them every day along the 107 freeway: there are, costeggiando l’area urbana. L’odore acre portato dal vento non lascia dubbi. Troviamo un intero convoglio del “Corriere della Sera” bruciato per circa la metà mentre l’altra parte è parzialmente sigillata. “Parzialmente” sta per “non perfettamente” perché le pannellature non chiudono completamente le aperture, lasciando la possibilità al contenuto di fuoriuscire trasportato dagli agenti atmosferici. Sul primo binario altre quattro carrozze contenenti amianto appaiono sigillate, ma non è dato sapere se all’interno il materiale sia stato opportunamente incapsulato, certo è che ormai sono mesi che giace immobile su quella strada ferrata in attesa di essere bonificato. Ruggine e dust that attaches to the skin. Acrid smell and vision spectral knows death. The speaker informs us of the arrival of a regional, practically the only inter-regional trains as well as some rare, yet moving on the track next to the ghost train. Vanished into thin air odes to the much-trumpeted Cosenza station, the flagship of architecture and today Mancini left to itself. Almost a ghost station, inhabited by fewer and fewer drivers. Cosenza town flattened by the railway junction of Paola, provincial town where they spend the tracks that connect Reggio Calabria to Milan. A place in the knee, Lise Screener: the windows of chic Corso Mazzini, the structures of the Open Air Museum Bilotti, seem a thousand miles away. But are a few hundred meters as the crow flies. Only hope: the future buildings of the Province, there in front of the track, could bring a bit 'of enamel to an area almost cursed. People who work there do not want to talk, but they say many words to us confirming our "discoveries ta" Cosenza Screener Lise is now the last stop in all directions.
Giulia Fresca
