Dear director, I would like to tell you about the misadventure that almost cost me and my wife dearly.
We are two elderly spouses, we are in our eighties, but that doesn’t mean we stay at home all day. Last May 29th, it was Wednesday, the weather was good, strangely, and we decided to go up to the Città Alta, also because I wanted to see this new wonder of Bergamo, the much discussed Parking Fara.
We arrive and the barrier rises, we enter and go up the beautiful ramps in the diffused brightness, a few cars are parked on the first floor, as we go up we no longer see any. We stop on the fourth floor, I leave the car near a floor cleaning machine.
There isn’t a living soul. With my wife Paola I head towards the exit. At the elevator a sign warns that the toilets are on the seventh floor. I prefer going out on foot, on the stairs. There are two red doors in the area. One door has a safety handle, the other does not.
I open the first: we find ourselves in a corridor with a metal grate for the floor and narrow concrete walls. The corridor has two directions, uphill and downhill. I see doors at the end, the same as the previous ones, but not red, maybe blue or maybe green. I close the door, I’m not convinced that those corridors are the right exit routes.
I think about going back also because I’m still there with the red door half open, but then I see a glass door and so I think that’s the exit. With Paola we let the red door close and we head towards that glass window. Once there, a sign stuck to the glass says: “Open only in case of emergency.”
I don’t consider myself in an emergency, let’s go back to the red door: blocked, it doesn’t open from the outside. I’m looking for a phone number, some notes, suggestions… there’s nothing.
Paola is starting to feel a little scared because the air is starting to run out of air in that narrow place. Let’s try to (…)
