My life in the Insulae…….
I hate sitting still in this cramp Cenaculum; unfortunately I have little choice in the matter as my mother and father are terrified of a collapse like the one that happened next door it’s just ridiculous the extent of which we have to go through just to see another day! It seems everything is falling down in some way, I mean just last week an Ampthieatre collapsed killing 50 people of course the senators will have lavish burials but for people like me, you just get thrown in a hole and rot. Maybe I should sign up for gladiator school at least then I would have a stable roof over my head and perhaps buy my families way out off poverty, but the way those fights are heading I will be dead from exhaustion just training to be one.
And if collapse isn’t enough to worry about fire is another thing we live in perpetual fear of, the whole place is made of wood and plaster and very flammable and as every room is cramp and close together fire spreads quickly throughout the place, the staircases are far too narrow to escape down. A positive would be the spacious court yard this place has. Though we share it with all the other tenants it is a great place of reflection and to socialise with others, even if it isn’t as quiet as the fancy villas or domus like the richer people have but then again life in this city isn’t that quiet anyway.
Another thing, like all Insulae, this place is surrounded by streets on all sides so the racket the street merchants make is horrendous, but no one cares when you’re poor anyway, it doesn’t help that the walls are papyrus thin so there’s no privacy as well. But I guess it’s the best we’ve got and we’re not too far from the shops as they’re all on the ground floor but we still go hungry anyway so who cares.
