We discovered this on arriving in Rome, like seasoned travellers we asked our guide that age-old question “Where are we?”. The guide seemed not to hear us, so we tried again “Where are we?”
Still silence. The guide was not being very co-operative but then again maybe we were being too demanding, or perhaps we were being too direct, forgetting our pleases and thank yous.
“Oh great and wise Oracle, you who knows all, you who understands the ways of man, you who find paths through labyrinthine streets, please share your years of accumulated wisdom and educate us, we who know nothing, open our eyes to our whereabouts, for such a gift of knowledge, we would forever be in your depth.”
It seems that flattery wasn’t going to work either, desperation oozed into out midst, we ripped open the guide and peered into its entrails, plunging our fingers inside to try and feel out the information we desired but there nothing there, it was as if Trastevere Station had never existed.
We stepped over the threshold of the station and into the city, hoping that the act of leaving would help us to arrive…
