Journal 4, Entry5-Image Junkyard: "Carnival"

Red flags were being waved in the Piazza di Neptuno. While the Roman god stood with his back turned with his trident pointed downwards towards his fountain, the Communist party was rallying with their flags and their speeches in front of the main building there. It's hard to be a demagogue now, as the semi-quiet leader with the bull horn could attest. He bunny-sloped through his demeands for an economically independent Italy and a culture where the workers could be stronger and more respected. He said something about America as a young blonde boy handed me a newsletter with the hammer and sickle. I tried to translate it with Tyler as we ate at the Burger King two blocks over.