Genoa is a maze of infrastructure, layer upon layer. Far under my feet rivers decked over since centuries are flowing, on top of them a road. My pedestrian path crossing them and the rail road is above me. In some places it is so steep that people park their cars on top of the neighbours' . Modern houses are erected on foundations that might be five centuries old. New and old mixes in an almost organic way.
A pilgrimage to the origin of global capitalism
A pilgrimage to the origin of global…
A pilgrimage to the origin of global capitalism
Genoa is a maze of infrastructure, layer upon layer. Far under my feet rivers decked over since centuries are flowing, on top of them a road. My pedestrian path crossing them and the rail road is above me. In some places it is so steep that people park their cars on top of the neighbours' . Modern houses are erected on foundations that might be five centuries old. New and old mixes in an almost organic way.