Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bodyguard in Carrara ain’t for the faint-hearted. I woke up thinkin’ it’d be just another chill day, but boy, was I wrong.
So, I’m cruisin’ down Via Roma, right? The sun’s out, and the marble quarries are glistening like diamonds. Carrara’s famous for its marble, and lemme tell ya, it’s everywhere. I mean, you can’t walk two steps without trippin’ over a statue or somethin’. It’s like the city’s showin’ off.
First thing, I get a call. My client, some big-shot artist, wants to check out a new gallery on Via XX Settembre. Cool, I think. Art, marble, what’s not to love? But then, I get there, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck?!”
People everywhere, takin’ selfies with marble sculptures. I mean, c’mon, it’s just rock! But whatever, I’m here to protect, not judge. So, I’m scanning the crowd, lookin’ for any sketchy characters. You know, the usual.
Then, outta nowhere, this dude bumps into me. I’m like, “Yo, watch it!” But he just gives me this look, like he’s seen a ghost or somethin’. Turns out, he’s a local artist, and he’s all hyped about the marble. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, chill. It’s just stone.” But he starts ramblin’ about how Carrara’s marble is the best in the world. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”
Finally, we get into the gallery. It’s nice, real nice. But then, my client starts gettin’ all emotional. He’s lookin’ at this one piece, and I swear, I see a tear. I’m thinkin’, “Man, it’s just a sculpture!” But he’s all like, “This marble speaks to me.” I’m rollin’ my eyes, but hey, whatever floats his boat, right?
Then, bam! The fire alarm goes off. People start freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my client and we bolt outta there. We’re runnin’ down Via XX Settembre, and I’m dodgin’ people left and right. It’s chaos!
We finally make it outside, and I’m tryin’ to catch my breath. But then, I see this guy in a suit, lookin’ all shady. My instincts kick in. I’m like, “Who the hell is this guy?” I keep my eyes on him, and he starts walkin’ towards us. My heart’s racin’.
Just as he gets close, he pulls out a camera. I’m like, “What the—?” Turns out, he’s a photographer, not a threat. He wants to snap some pics of my client. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, read the room!” But my client’s all for it. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to lose my mind.
After that, we head to a café on Piazza Alberica. I need a drink. I order a cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m finally relaxin’, but then my phone buzzes. Another call. My client’s got a last-minute interview at the marble quarry. I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?”
So, we head over to the quarry, and it’s massive. I mean, you can see the mountains of marble from miles away. It’s impressive, but I’m still on edge. I’m watchin’ every move, every shadow.
The interview goes smooth, but then, outta nowhere, a truck backs up and almost hits my client. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I jump in front of him, and the driver’s just laughin’. I’m fumin’. “Dude, this ain’t a joke!”
Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but smile. Carrara’s wild, man. It’s got this energy. The marble, the streets, the people. It’s chaotic, but it’s home.
As I head back, I think about all the craziness. I’m just a bodyguard, but today felt like a movie. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Carrara, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.