Culture - Marco Marucci - Il Circo di Nando
authorization that Elvio, the owner of the Apollo circus, gave
me, does not prevent me from having to introduce myself to
the people I meet, curiously asking who I was. I soon found
out that most of the performers were asleep in their trailers,
away from the heat, resting throughout the afternoon until
seven in the evening.
I
t is August when I reach the company in Lido di Classe
in Ravenna, northern Italy. I enter the circus with
caution and discretion, the same way that a stranger
might when entering through the open door of an unknown
house. I look around, hoping to meet someone’s eye with a
smile and thus receive implicit permission to disturb their
peace. But all is quiet. When I finally did find someone, the
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