Waiting for Godot (in Siena)

© Estate of Laura Poggi
  "Well? Shall we go?" - "Yes, let's go".
 "They do not move."
Sundays are difficult. Something like a tragicomedy by Samuel Beckett.
It can be hard to have all that free time, and really don't know what to do with it.
Sometimes you find yourself with a whole sunday-day to use,
and the only thing you can do is wondering and wandering,
 with indecision,
... waiting for Godot.
"Let us not waste our time in idle discourse! (Pause. Vehemently.) Let us do something while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for once the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!"
Waiting for Godot by S. Beckett

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