Little Village ... Live Earth And we come back, after this summer indefinable, in a city that I now feel more than any other. In a street that is now my way, and in a house that has changed while remaining the same.
short, small changes and big surprises among the hottest season of the year (we hope to remain so) draws to a close back tests, they return the habits of being a student, for me, the big city.
This summer I woke up in the morning before dawn, I went out on the terrace and watch the sun rising behind the mountains. The Alps are a great watch. But this only when you realize you've forgotten them now some places, by force or by will. See the ridges and rocky peaks, smell the grass, and at night the silence broken by the sobs of the crickets are sensations, ideas that now connect to my being a child, my beautiful, sweet children. The village where I lived I avidly hate him but also I can not forget it selfishly. It 's like my years there, I tie in some way to thoughts, actions, decisions, experiences that probably no one here has ever had to try. Why live in a village of 120 inhabitants, in today's world it seems impossible. And it is. But it's also good to remember that he lived in a land of treacherous people, talkative, jealous, but very naive and real. And live in a country is like living in a postwar neo-realist film. There is land to cultivate, their marriageable daughters, is head-chat of the country, and women who go to church on Saturday to groups. There are drunks who spend more time at the bar than they are with their families, and then the essential character of each small community
- the fool : Piero (also called Peter, The Pier, Piersilvio) 2 meters tall, a giant who smoke only Marlboro red zone has different motors for the excessive weight and the thousands (over 100,000) of miles traveled. It is said that in his youth park his Simca, moving his arms.
- the drunk or Beat, many told of huge bales (like a mason earned 15.00o € per month) you see on summer nights and cold winter afternoons skid walk to the only major street of the town. Bachelor by choice, gave his heart to the only thing that makes him feel good: wine.
- Song of the junkies: who are almost everywhere, and sometimes lie with their wonderful substances among dense foliage and trees
- The Marisa: My Opposite, until a few years ago was the biggest store in the country, a tiny room where he sold everything from games, books , colors, pens, clothes, videos, and it was the hairdresser of the elderly ladies, who turned in droves to her.
- The mistress and the maritime or: (aka Dantina) one of the most remote corners of the country women, still lives with her husband, also a teacher (Elmo), in a house older than them. Retired when I was in second grade, and uncontrolled items corriodio recounted that the woman's husband every day for breakfast we ate raw garlic with bread and olive oil, tossing them around 2 glasses of wine. I've never believed, at least until my father last year did not come to know from the old master himself, who in fact was true. They also say that some years ago, Carnival gave him a stinking garlic gum and he mumbled happy.
- In The : the dealer, gastronomy and culinary experts. My friends and I counted the footprints of small nails left on the pieces of cheese that our mothers made us go to take. We made the most delicious sandwiches of the world, this is not discussed!
- The Gabriella: that the postman. Never rings the bell to deliver the mail, just screams and her voice is louder than an alarm to the central bank of New York.
- Don Guido : that the priest kindly. Great weddings and sacraments. Wherever there is something to be blessed, he is there. Above all, this is the post-ceremony, hosted by endless lunches and social dinners.
- Gogo : the man who is not cold. Even in winter you see him walk in short sleeves. It is always sick, but do not tell anybody.
- Polyphemus: The tractor mono-eye of the world. I was a small step at any time of day or night, led its rude and mean boss, illuminating the road with his one yellow headlight. As a child I was afraid that I snatched and killed me.
- The Wizard of wood : young athlete, he trains year-round in the woods cutting down trees, loading them on the tractor and then making them into pieces. In his spare time runs a number of fields cultivated with his souped-up Vespa sad that lies to its weight. It is said that years ago put forth a bull hitting in the low parts with his fist and raised a young horse by force of arms alone.
- The drunk Chapter II: Lucianino. He lives with his silent wife, and every day starts with his old Citroen to go around the bar. Where did the alcohol test, they would understand that Actually he is already dead. Instead, stoically, begins and ends with his slender machine, without ever having trouble or problems. A myth.
- La Serena : venerable lady, and when we were kids we used to steal her cherry trees we drew against stones. A moment of suspense, Simone falling from beating back. Face flushed, breath away, we thought he died. At the approach of the serene, resurrected and starts to run ...
- The Card Players : do not see them, hear them, shouting from the bar as you kill him in power abuse their loved ones. Sometimes they even barrel. obviously play a drunk.
- The Beard : Operator of the bar, was forced to throw all the decks of cards in his possession with a flourish, in the oven. He did not want any trouble, because playing for money is not correct. A drunk, however, so the money he just takes them. Make tea sandwiches filled with huge pieces of pork and does not understand what are the tickets.
and last but not least:
- Doctor Zhivago, Doctor Lecter or : the magician of medicine, the luminary Homer, farmer, hunter and wildlife, history and diagnosis is also at work, but prefers the outdoors.
- the fool Volume II: Romanelli, a manufacturer of huts within the mixed picture of the pope to effigies of Lenin. Always rode with her dog, Berlusconi, singing old folk songs for ages now remote, stealing road signs to attack the trees of its forests and never lose. had the air of an old Russian peasant, with his handkerchief around his neck and mustache Peppone. For some years he went to give great ideas and dreams lost in that of La Spezia, in Prions, the main street. My friends and I have always had for him a sincere and heartfelt admiration, nice and simple so that I told my mom that I would become as big Romanelli.
Special mention:
- Daria the that when I was little I always called "Little man from cooked pear" is gone and maintaining the mystery of the name.
- the Miglietta who was the oldest of the country and I always went to visit with my grandmother gave me the Saiwa crackers, and they were so good that not make it more so now! Of you remember the rocking chair , and the eyes of those who had seen so many things to be really tired by now.
- The Susy, the Valentina, Simone, Matthew my favorite little friends, the days of summer and winter time spent with them, are the thing that ties me even now to my small country.
should be done as usual, I pour a glass and toast to my hate and my love for the place where I lived. "It is not hard to instil fear of falls and blood, with our bikes everywhere we go and conquer the world."
Health!
