Between the marble acanthus leaves of vandalized Corinthian columns, two Roman twins remain hidden: the seagull and the pigeon. Unlike Romulus and Remus, they are fed on expired Carrefour milk that drips into the cracks of Trastevere’s unevenly paved streets. According to the founding myth, the seagull triumphed over the pigeon in a gruesome scene of violence, uncommon to witness at the doorsteps of St. John Lateran or the Pantheon. Thus, a new Rome was established: RoMA! A city not made of republican brick or imperial marble, but of a subjective orange that swings between cultural horror vacui and demographic emptiness.