Postcards from Trieste

1. Trieste is a city without headlines – an opaque, dense text.  There are no summaries, no simple and concise ways of drawing out the thickly layered content.  It is a city best understood from the inside.

2.  This is why it is understood as a city of ghosts, of ‘nowhere’, lost and indeterminate: people who stumble upon Trieste struggle to lift the folds of the veil.  As they try they are drawn down the avenues of the past and wander there with the ghosts.


3.  There is a real Trieste.  It is assured, grounded: it can read, can understand the disparate parts which are folded together between the mountains and the sea.  It eats, laughs, studies, prays, drives to work, drinks coffee.


4. The balance between Trieste and its ghost is respectful, negotiated memories – places and images, documents and words, gestures to the other.  Story-time.

5.  In the dense text of the city words are strong: each interjection offers a different reading, draws forth a layer of history. Words in Trieste are not transparent.  Their meaning is not behind them but within them.