you ever during the day before, around 18:00, for a moment to rise up and pointing your nose cold outside, breathe the fresh air Winter?
That one gulp air tells us it is eve ... an unreal calm reigns in the streets, Rome empties giving a surreal landscape in derby that only can give the same way, the few movements that they consider are softened, there is the expectation, the preparation of what will be the smell broccoli or fried cod that goes through our nostrils to creep up in the brain, giving her memory that we will always be with us.
past other vigils, perhaps inaltre parts of the world, but the memory of the Roman eve there will always be in my heart.
mixed with the smell of fried food, there is the smell of wood, for those lucky few who own a fireplace a fire is a must and we are there on the sill of the window to observe the calm and chilly the peace that reigns.
Inside every house is a ferment of pots, preparation, of relatives who, with their cheerful chatter and laughter filled the apartment.
All happy, all happy ... The entire population of Rome, which does the same thing at the same time!
This is the day before, this is Christmas ... and then ^ _ ^ MERRY CHRISTMAS
