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About Bologna

So, last week, I’m out, half-pissed, lookin’ for a bit of company. Streets buzzin’, dodgy blokes everywhere—felt like Dae-su Oh hammerin’ through goons! We shall never surrender to loneliness, lads! Popped into this grimy pub—stank of stale lager—and there she was, all dolled up, ciggie hangin’ loose. “Live for nothing, or die for somethin’,” she says, winkin’. I’m like, cor blimey, she’s nicked that from somewhere, ain’t she?

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By the time I’m heading home, I’m a mix of emotions. Happy, sad, frustrated. Grottammare, you’re a rollercoaster! I walk along the beach, the sunset painting the sky. It’s beautiful, but I can’t shake off the day’s craziness.

Bernard Tschumi presents Grottammare Cultural Center, his first project in Italy