Angels. Tiny Spaces Deep Connections, Day 5

Rovereto

The plan had been to work in the building of La Foresta that is situated in the train station of Rovereto and meet many people, but it turned out that the building couldn’t be entered for technical reasons and because of that, most people weren’t there. It is a challenge for them, because at the moment they can only organise activities outside, but it has also created extra opportunities to work in public space. I go to the community garden that is located next to a school, which makes it a great place to easily work there with school classes and teach the children about nature and gardening. 
Back at the bench outside La Foresta I talk to a few people who are involved, one of them an anthropology student with whom I happily discuss Tim Ingold, somebody I admire and met a few times, once during the Sideways walking festival and when he was lecturing in Weimar in the time I was studying there. He is a renowed anthropologist who researched and wrote about many subjects that matter deeply to me, one of them being the human act of creating lines and how f.e. musical notation, writing, walking, singing, weaving and artistic design are related.
In the afternoon there is a workshop about art and nature on a field in front of a church and since it is in Italian I mainly observe. Afterwards I meet Flora from the Forno Vagabonda, a mobile social oven that sometimes travels through villages on an electric cargo bicycle. We talk about sourdough and she tells me how she only feeds her sourdough starter rye breadcrusts. Again I wish I had more time to spend with all these lovely people here. There is so much to learn! I am honoured when she accepts a little jar of my starter.
On my way back home —Martina’s place— I meet Gabriele, a young homeless man and we talk for a while, which means he does the talking, in Italian only, and I listen, not understanding most of his words, but understanding most of what he is saying. I don’t think he often has people listening to him. He asks me if he can’t come with me and I am not sure if he is serious or not, anyway the answer is no. “Gabriele, like the angel” I say and he smiles. We hug and I leave.
In the evening I bake sourdough crackers for Martina. Another beautiful day but I am extremely tired. So many impressions, meetings, exchanges, thoughts, landscapes, so much movement. This slow journey is so much faster than any of my slow journeys have been. Still, most people would have taken a plane to get from Galicia to Potsdam. I am wondering how long it takes if you try to do it as efficient—time-wise—as possible.