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Friday, August 27, 2010

Roman firemen

One evening Pier and I returned home late to the apartment in Rome, at around midnight, with a little Luca about 1 year old, exhausted, and Pier's mom, who is probably one of the most dramatic and emotional women I've ever known, aside from my own mother who is by far the most dramatic and emotional woman I've ever known. Pier and I were overly happy from eating a delicious Roman pizza (the flatest, crispiest and tasiest pizza on the planet) and ready to just crash into bed, probably we were tired from a working day because for some reason I remember it was a Friday.  Sometimes Pier's mom, Gabriella, came down from Bologna to Rome to help us if Luca had been sick, or maybe if I was working and Luca didn't have school.  For whatever reason, we were all together, coming back a bit late (probably we tried using Roman public transportation), and much to our surprise when we tried the key into the lock of our big wooden front door, nothing happened.  I mean we put the key in, and tried to turn it, but it was stuck, not even a sound of a hopeful turn or squeak. 
So at this moment of course hysteria kicks in, because there is no other way in the house because it is a ground floor house with bars on all the windows to protect any possible thieves entering (and we put an additional plastic green screen on most of the windows after two nights of being in Rome when we discovered a stray cat enjoying a late night snack in our kitchen), and so we tried again to open it, and another time, and well, it was time to call what I consider one of the best public services in Rome:  the Roman firemen.
Most things in Rome take time, like getting a bus or a  parking spot, and often going to public offices like the police station or post office can test even a person with the most patience.  However, these Roman firemen arrived swiftly, and most professionally, and may I add, with the most fit, muscular and tanned bodies in tight fitting clothing that I had ever seen.
Six or seven of them worked together to get our door open, but I can't really recall how they opened the door because well I was a little distracted. I'd just never seen firemen looking like that.  So the next time you are in trouble and you are in Rome, I think you'll know who to call!

6 comments:

Melly of Morocco said...

Haha! I totally believe it! I remember the "carabinieri" were all gorgeous too. I was walking around in Pompei, and I kind of fainted from the heat/jetlag exhaustion. I came to, looking up at one of the most gorgeous looking, fittest guys in a tight-fitting uniform that I'd ever seen. I thought maybe I'd died, and he was an angel! Then I started noticing that all the caribinieri in Rome are pretty easy on the eye. Must be a pre-requisite for the job or something! haha

Laura Lentz said...
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Laura Lentz said...

Absolutely!!! Talk soon!

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