I was in Rome. There was Veronique as well. We were walking among big, magnificent buildings. At some point I came into a big square surrounded by enormous buildings and structures. One building in particular was so tall that one felt dizzy just by looking at the very top of it. You could almost see clouds forming at that topmost part of this building. It was a strange-looking building. The walls were made up of triangular white shapes.
I realized that this building was in fact a hotel. To be precise, it was the Roman Hilton. I was very curious to know how it looked from inside so I made my way into the hotel through the main entrance. As soon as I stepped inside a dark, young man started calling me from outside. He was ordering me to get back outside. I tried to ignore him and walked on inside. The place was incredibly busy. People were walking in all directions. Everyone was minding his own business. The dark man finally reached me and told me that I wasn't allowed inside the hotel. He asked me to leave. I realized that he was a hotel security officer.
The security guy accompanied me outside. When we got to the main door we met up with some other security officers. I realized that I had lost Veronique. I struck up a conversation with the security guy on Rome and its buildings. I asked him questions on the buildings surrounding the square, their purpose, when they were built, etc... The security guy seemed more then happy to answer my questions. He pointed at one building in the square (opposite to the hotel) and he said that that building was the football stadium. I looked towards were he was pointing and sure enough there it was. An enormous football stadium in the square (I hadn't noticed it before).
When I looked at the football stadium I could make out people hanging onto the high walls of the stadium. They looked very tiny from were I was standing. These small people were coming in and out of holes in the stadium's walls. The looked like worms, wriggling in and out of a huge apple. Some of these people were throwing balls off from these high walls. It all looked very dangerous and reckless.
I asked the security guy about these people and he told me that they were the "White Ultras", a club of hardcore Milan fans. I was told not to interfere with them as they were known to be very dangerous. I tried to continue talking to the security guy as he seemed to be a very interesting fellow but by then he was deep in conversation with another officer so I didn't bother. I walked back to my apartment, alone.
I went into my apartment. The apartment looked like one of those Gozo farmhouses that most Maltese usually rent in the summer weekends. I went to bed. As I was in bed I heard shouting coming from outside. I walked out of my room and into the corridor. I opened a window and looked out into the street. There was group of young kids, White Ultras. They were harassing another kid who was leaning out of a window in the apartment right next to mine. The kids from outside had gotten hold of him and they were pulling at him, shouting at him.
I realized that this building was in fact a hotel. To be precise, it was the Roman Hilton. I was very curious to know how it looked from inside so I made my way into the hotel through the main entrance. As soon as I stepped inside a dark, young man started calling me from outside. He was ordering me to get back outside. I tried to ignore him and walked on inside. The place was incredibly busy. People were walking in all directions. Everyone was minding his own business. The dark man finally reached me and told me that I wasn't allowed inside the hotel. He asked me to leave. I realized that he was a hotel security officer.
The security guy accompanied me outside. When we got to the main door we met up with some other security officers. I realized that I had lost Veronique. I struck up a conversation with the security guy on Rome and its buildings. I asked him questions on the buildings surrounding the square, their purpose, when they were built, etc... The security guy seemed more then happy to answer my questions. He pointed at one building in the square (opposite to the hotel) and he said that that building was the football stadium. I looked towards were he was pointing and sure enough there it was. An enormous football stadium in the square (I hadn't noticed it before).
When I looked at the football stadium I could make out people hanging onto the high walls of the stadium. They looked very tiny from were I was standing. These small people were coming in and out of holes in the stadium's walls. The looked like worms, wriggling in and out of a huge apple. Some of these people were throwing balls off from these high walls. It all looked very dangerous and reckless.
I asked the security guy about these people and he told me that they were the "White Ultras", a club of hardcore Milan fans. I was told not to interfere with them as they were known to be very dangerous. I tried to continue talking to the security guy as he seemed to be a very interesting fellow but by then he was deep in conversation with another officer so I didn't bother. I walked back to my apartment, alone.
I went into my apartment. The apartment looked like one of those Gozo farmhouses that most Maltese usually rent in the summer weekends. I went to bed. As I was in bed I heard shouting coming from outside. I walked out of my room and into the corridor. I opened a window and looked out into the street. There was group of young kids, White Ultras. They were harassing another kid who was leaning out of a window in the apartment right next to mine. The kids from outside had gotten hold of him and they were pulling at him, shouting at him.
At some point a fat kid walked up to the window. The kid in the window started punching and scratching this fat kid. The fat kid just stood there saying stuff like "Don't mess with me kid ... you don't wanna mess with me ... you'll regret it!". The kid in the window seemed very angry at these kids. I was very curious to know the story behind all this. The fat kid was still standing there, getting beaten up by the kid in the window, as if he was trying to prove that the kid in the window was nothing to him, that his punches were harmless. I started to feel sorry for the kid in the window and I was afraid that he was gonna get himself into some serious trouble.
As I was witnessing this scene from my window I realised that I wasn't alone in my apartment. At the other end of the corridor there was George looking out from another window. George is a guy from Mġarr who is a couple of years older than me. I used to play football with him when we were kids but we haven't spoken to each other in years. We weren't exactly friends and we often used to fight. I asked him how he had got inside the apartment and he calmly replied that he just opened the front door and came in. I told him that he couldn't do that and that he has to knock before coming in to my apartment.
Dreamt on the night of 02.12.2005
The night before:
Food: Rice with mixed vegetables.
Drink: Still water.
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