I often stumble upon odd characters. Once I was there with some friends to sing and play folk music on the bleachers, while the kids were skateboarding (I really appreciated the contrast).
At some point a guy came over: he handed us a baking tray of something I don’t remember (some kind of food anyway).
I watched Italy playing at the World Football Cup in 1990, a concert by Ustmamo in…1997? I don’t quite remember the year. And much amateur theatre. My parents used to go there all of the time.
I have fond memories of it because I used to go there with my children and it gave me the opportunity to spend more time with them in the open air… I remember many parties like birthdays, football tournaments, parties with music. Lately I usually cross it on my way to the stadium in Rizzi. It looks much more colourful, but also much dirtier.
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