It is just past sunrise. I go out to enjoy the fresh morning air of another humid summer's day, here in Trieste. Piazza Unità d'Italia is deserted, as it is rare to see, with a slight breeze that climbs along the decorated walls of the Palace of the Government and messes up flags of the Town Hall, at the bottom of the square. I reach the Pier where a traffic light, featuring alternating red and green lights, regulates a traffic that does not exist. Along the seafront, long lines of bollards seem armies of immovable pedestrians. I overlooking the "shining sea" and the coast, hidden by mist. There is Miramare and further Duino Castle, where a legend tells about a ghost of a woman who does not rest in peace, like all of us. I headed toward via S. Nicolò, made famous because attended by Joyce and Svevo, and I reach the Canale Grande. My walk continues, past the Roman Theater, in the narrow streets of the Old City. Here, an iper-modern building stands out but does not conflict with the antique ones. It is the effect of Trieste, always a revolving door among cultures, peoples and ideas. W. Heisenberg said that the most fruitful ideas are born at different styles of thought. Time advances and passers become increasingly frequent. I get in a famous bar of Trieste where a table placed on the wall announced that there are 72 ways to make a coffee. Here's an excellent way to start a new day!