Back in the days when I lived in Turin, I went along to several parties. One particular one stood out. I don’t remember the name of the venue, only that everybody referred to it as “at the zoo”. From what I can see now by peeking through the rusty gate on Corso Casale, the alternative club where I partied is permanently closed, like all the other shacks dotting the 25,000 sqm area of Turin’s ex-zoo.
Last time I mentioned that my old neighborhood, San Salvario, is almost unrecognizable from the time I was living there; even if I didn’t experience San Salvario’s Blade Runner Times (those of “I’ve seen things, in San Salvario, you people wouldn’t believe”), I’ve been so lucky to live in San Salvario before the whole neighborhood turned into an open air night club, loosing its genuine charm.
The best aspect of living in many different towns is that you end up having just as many homes away from home. Besides digging into Turin’s industrial archaeology, its street art and the outskirts I am going to show you in this post, spending a weekend in Turin meant so much more for me: catching up with old friends, marveling at how Turin has changed (or hasn’t), but most of all reconnecting with an old version of myself that I’ve put aside since I came back to live in Rome.