“Naples is an incredibly lively city, its beauty and charm has been described and praised often, and as they say, “Vedi Napoli e poi muori!” (See Naples and die!) One can’t blame the Neapolitan for never wanting to leave this city, nor its poets singing its praises in lofty hyperboles.
The name of Naples brings back memories and images of Dean Martin singing That’s Amore, it also reminds us of white-t-shirt-wearing pizzaioli throwing pizza dough’s in the air and mandolin players chanting the secret love affairs of this city. My story, however, is about the unsung people, it’s about those that tend not to be mentioned, it’s the story of those who roam the streets unnoticed and live an ordinary life of solitude. Naples is also #Camorra (the local criminal cartel), which truly is embedded in the daily life of everyone and for those that haven’t seen #Gomorra, an astonishing movie by Matteo Garrone, go now and watch it! Naples is made of thousands of colours and of the many market-places’ bustling sounds, Naples is about the kids that wiz through on scooters and the lady that shouts from the window, Naples is also about #Maradona the god and its football team and this story is about all this! My story begins here, at the Stazione Centrale di Napoli, where people come and go and rest and carry out dubious business, here, Maradona the god, from high above the station’s main gates, looks after its people and the caption below reads: Lui è il mio Dio (He is my God).”