BERGAMO; BEFORE THE TIME COMES

Time is not merely an relentless river flowing forward; it is also a pale veil that makes us forget our own existence. As the future looms over us with the heavy burden of the unlived, it threatens to detach us from the raw reality of the present. This is precisely why, before that unknown "future" completely claims us, one must take refuge in the most primal and warmest proof of existence: Bergamo.Bergamo is an existential manifesto written not just in stone, but in light and color. Walking through the narrow alleys of the city, the pastel tones coating the walls are not mere architectural choices; they are the colors of the human soul resisting the eroding force of time. Especially that yellow under the sun ceases to be stagnant paint and seeps directly into the very fabric, into the capillaries of life.In Bergamo, yellow is more than light falling from the sky; it is the most vivid proof that human beings—trapped between the melancholy of the past and the uncertainty of the future—exist right "now." When the sun caresses the surfaces of those ancient buildings, the yellow begins to breathe; it spills onto the white habit of a passing nun, into the cracks of old wooden doors, and into the silence of our steps. To become the color of a city is to declare its very being. Bergamo, through its yellow, proclaims: "I am here, alive with all my history and this exact moment.