What’s up? … a broken arm? … a fascist greeting?
None of this, “Something else”, a whole day walking around the city, Fiume, a place full of history and contradictions. Here, certain gestures take on a heavy value.
I walk among people, like any tourist. I move normally, without eccentric gestures. I stop for a coffee and then go on. Through the center of the city, I walk the streets of the port to return again to the central streets.
Nobody stops me and only a few look at me in amazement. What will it be, … a broken arm? … a fascist greeting?
Or something else?