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"Poi è arrivato Gran Turismo.
Raffiche di vento sulle chiome degli alberi in controluce di un'alba autunnale. Una foglia d'acero di un rosso livido plana morente sui grani dell'asfalto macchiato di morchia. Un'allodola si posa on a traffic light at an intersection off the desert. The light powder of a pale sun filters through the iron pillars of an old racetrack seats. A truck stops silent. With a slight buzz the door of the load is lowered revealing ... Loneliness, melancholy, vague nostalgia. Getting lost in a distant Gran Turismo League. Pilot half ruined, cars put together as we could. Try to do it, hitting the slopes more crap to put together the money for a decent set of tires and suspensions, more reliable. Stand there and try so hard, before it's too late to run, to kill the fear. To win something decent.
With all the games I have played and will play, Gran Turismo will always be my game. There is another
my life there, or, rather, the novel by another of my life.
There is a story about the folly of me that is not in compliance with any reasonable hope of any decent agreement with the company. The suffering of nostalgia for a world undone by exhaust fumes, a world already ended, which was once called the civilization of the engine and saw me on the edge dell'Aurelia to count the passing cars and going beyond the country, more than what I do destiny. But there's Anarchy, a journey that never ends. And unlike the here today and in there I have only known opponents honest, fair rules and Immovable: I played a game morality in a world of cardboard. And in that world I knew skies and rivers and forests and cities that I often miss when I'm out of here.
Because I'm crazy, I'm sick with longing for the Game. "
Maurizio Maggiani : A serious matter. The great book of the Playstation - AdnKronos books - 2000
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