Neglected fruits in the city

He fell asleep deeply under the branches of a large fig tree.
"I'm hungry," he thought, closing his eyes.
While he slept, a drop of white latex slid along the green skin of a ripe fruit.
It slowed down at an open sore and loaded itself with very sweet serum. It stayed there for a few minutes. Finally, it embraced the force of gravity and fell onto his lips.
He dreamed of tasting a very sweet cream.
Then he woke up abruptly and waited for the evening watching the cars passing by.
When night came, he stripped the tree of its fruits.

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Persimmons, loquats, grapes, figs, pomegranates, cherries, kiwis. But also grapefruits, lemons, mandarins.
We are in Milan. They are found in gardens, courtyards, cloisters, parks, tree-lined avenues, squares, on the outskirts of the city as well as in the center or along the railway.
But our well-being takes us elsewhere. To the store to buy the same things.
Most of the time they tell of a landscape and an older economy. Here there was a farmhouse. There a large courtyard. Today the common areas of a condominium or a public street.
"What could have happened to those fruits exposed to the rain of the city and the smog?" Of course: "It's prudent not to touch them." Most of the time we see them behind a wall or through the bars of a gate. Unreachable for those who would like to gather them. Food for birds.
A call to reflection and care for real things.