Dall'autobiografia di Craig Ferguson, "American on purpose":
"I was happy for a time in New York. The energy and vitality of the city inspired me and helped me become confident, and the streets of the East Village seemed to be teeming with people who valued artistic expression and eccentricity. It felt dangerous and welcoming at the same time. Every night at one a.m., lying in bed, I'd hear a woman sing the most beautiful operatic arias. She sounded like an angel floating between the sirens and over the tar rooftops. I later found out that she was an aspiring opera singer who worked in a local bar and on the way home at the end of her shift she would walk through the streets to her apartment singing at the top of her voice. She did it for protection, figuring that any lowlifes on the street who wanted to do her harm would think either that she was too crazy to approach or that she would attract too much attention. This delighted and impressed me. It seemed indicative of the beat of the locale - art as the best defense in a dangerous but exciting world."
"I was happy for a time in New York. The energy and vitality of the city inspired me and helped me become confident, and the streets of the East Village seemed to be teeming with people who valued artistic expression and eccentricity. It felt dangerous and welcoming at the same time. Every night at one a.m., lying in bed, I'd hear a woman sing the most beautiful operatic arias. She sounded like an angel floating between the sirens and over the tar rooftops. I later found out that she was an aspiring opera singer who worked in a local bar and on the way home at the end of her shift she would walk through the streets to her apartment singing at the top of her voice. She did it for protection, figuring that any lowlifes on the street who wanted to do her harm would think either that she was too crazy to approach or that she would attract too much attention. This delighted and impressed me. It seemed indicative of the beat of the locale - art as the best defense in a dangerous but exciting world."
E mia traduzione a braccio:
"Per un po' fui felice a New York. L'energia e la vitalità della città mi ispiravano e mi aiutavano ad aver fiducia e le strade dell'East Village sembrava brulicassero di persone che apprezzassero l'espressione artistica e l'eccentricità. Questo trasmetteva un senso di pericolo e di accoglienza allo stesso tempo. Ogni notte all'una, stando sdraiato a letto, sentivo una donna cantare le più belle arie d'opera. Sembrava un angelo fluttuante sopra le sirene e i tetti di catrame. Ho poi scoperto che era un'aspirante cantante d'opera che lavorava in un bar della zona e che nel tornare a casa alla fine del suo turno camminava per la strada cantando a squarciagola. Lo faceva per protezione, pensando che un malintenzionato avrebbe pensato che o era troppo matta per averci a che fare oppure avrebbe attirato troppa attenzione. La cosa mi colpì molto e mi impressionò. Sembrava indicativo dello spirito del luogo: l'arte come migliore difesa in un mondo pericoloso, ma eccitante."
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