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- Ci hanno venduti!
- Cazzo dici Berchi?
- Quello che hai capito, Franchi. I tedeschi hanno venduto baracca e burattini e qualcuno ci ha comprati.
- E chi sarebbe questo qualcuno?
- Girati...

Il grande imprenditore Paolo Giorgi, in the famous thanks to such best-selling book "The Python in you," "Secrets of the platypus ',' Seven ways to spend other people's money" or "The male dwarf hamster Madagascar" and other securities of the same scope as the years had sold dozens of copies, the company was advancing in the large courtyard with his retinue of clowns, acrobats and ass-licker.

A compact row of invaders entered bloated and satisfied that the holding only up to five minutes before preparing to face a day like all the unconscious other.

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Now, that perfect balance based on who does and who does so much shit, that the law of statistics means all work without sfiancare, was likely to falter.

-I can not believe! - Julius Franks was speechless - Berchi We are in deep shit, worse than that just could not go. These things are obscene ... Only a fool could sell to them ...
- I would say an asshole, more than a crazy ...

Benjamin Pappardella amministratore delegato dell'azienda e curatore del grande affare del secolo, dall'alto del suo metro e venti cercò di richiamare l'attenzione di quanti si erano raccolti nell'atrio, senza mai perdere d’occhio il suo nuovo datore di lavoro.

- Signori, fate silenzio! Fra 10 minuti tutti nella sala grande. Abbiamo importanti comunicazioni per i dipendenti!

Il grande imprenditore entrò, facendo volteggiare nell'aria il suo cappotto di vera pelle di redattore e intorno a lui un soave profumo di editoria specializzata si levò nell'aria.

- Signori, per prima cosa vorrei darmi il benvenuto in questa azienda che ora, con il nostro arrivo, sarà ancora più forte e competitiva. Noi, in my person, we think that employees are the real capital of each entrepreneur, and then, I would reassure everyone about the serenity with which we intend to build a path of integration in order to reach common goals that tend to satisfy the interests of the group. ..

Berchi tried to follow the conversation but he like the other 90 employees do not fully grasp the meaning of those words.

- Franks Sorry, but you know what you're saying? You know to me it seems basically a good person?
- Berchi Sure, it's really a nice person ...
- says that workers have the asset, then we are quiet ...

Paolo Giorgi continued:
... and therefore I thank all in advance for the great effort that will undoubtedly put in every little task that you are required to play from now on ...

Benjamin Pappardella obsequiously holding the microphone of a new head and continued to pull up their sleeves the jacket, too long on the short arms.

... we can expect a tough challenge and we have fierce competitors, but I'm sure that by joining forces we can do great things ...

- Franks Shit! I'm gassing. Listen as he speaks well ...
- Berchi, lucky you do not understand a shit!

... but to do so, we need to optimize costs, elimination of wastage, review the situation, but we will succeed. I promise we'll make it!

Meanwhile, I greet you and wish you a peaceful Christmas to you and your families.

A cold and incredulous applause accompanied the theatrical release of the scene of the great entrepreneur, while Pappardella followed him closely trying to drink from the source of much wisdom. The crowd of employees is split in two allowing the passage of the two bosses.

When they were alone, Giorgi Pappardella stared into her eyes.

- How you said you were the employees?
- Ninety. There are around ninety.
- Good. Get them to do Christmas in peace. Easter will be thirty.
-
fifty ... But we agreed - I changed my mind.

Pappardella walked away with his head down and went out from the back door to not cross any of the colleagues.

Meanwhile, the great entrepreneur Paul Giorgi Vincenzoni called Mario, his right arm better known by all as Dr. Doberman.

- Hello Mario, all done. The asshole will do the dirty work. Whether we succeed or not does not matter much then saw him too. You know that for a moment I felt even sorry? He has served the company on a silver platter. Hahahah ... It just came out with their tails between their legs ...
- did not understand a shit, Paul. He really believed che dopo aver pilotato l'acquisizione con i tedeschi gli avremmo mantenuto la poltrona hahahah… che pirla... Abbiamo fatto un affare della madonna Paolo…

I due risero forte.

Intanto nell’atrio 62 persone parlavano, facevano congetture e speravano. Tutto questo, inutilmente.

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Peace and tranquility

It may be drunk and out of rain. inside, everything remains the same and nora lies elsewhere. not the look and write and surf and drink the shadow that has left me. There is still a trace of her here. not working the room to keep track of her, here as snail or hurricane. not working and I'm in the dark with only the eye of the screen and the smell of her, yet.

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sorry if you do not post anything today, but I need to clear my ideas. always if I can because when something like this happens to you, upsets there. at least to me, who are not quiet in person. seen from the outside may seem trivial. that suddenly ti suoni alla porta la donna della tua vita, quella per cui stai tenendo insieme le tue energie migliori. voglio dire: sembrerebbe il paradiso in terra tutto questo e invece, quando nora l'altro giorno è arrivata, è come se con la pala della ruspa mi avesse rivoltato dentro. e i vermi e l'umido, venuti in superficie, si fossero messi a dannarmi l'anima, quello che è rimasto dell'anima. che però c'è e sta di un male cane. non voglio fare qui la vittima e fanculo a chi crede che io sia uno che si piange addosso. ma è più forte di me. mi ha messo in corpo un'ansia che non la trattengo

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Occorrevano almeno quaranta minuti prima che il grasso aggrumato s’addensasse in a noisy mixture, beaten around and around against the wall of the machine. After that signal, a bolus cannonball would switch between a plate and a grooved roller, so that any residue of serous weaned. Meanwhile, the miracle was accomplished, Nora tried to explain to the old as she loved the silence of the mountains and their inhabitants. Kunter Since she came to know that a Trojan repaired after the war, preferring the food shortage, chaotic euphoria of reconstruction. That year ago, when he became aware of being in the middle of a tornado electoral propaganda and nagging bloated extravagance, he thanked anyone tied to the chariot of the two animals survived the war, charged the working tools, and went up there, in the house where his great-grandparents were born. He found it in ruins, but with courage stan, gutted, he recovered, he built, all expenses at the end, doors, tiles and settles there permanently. The fact that Nora, with the accent of distant valley, the confession of loving what he loved - solitude, peace, nature, real people, simple - he conquered it.
framed by the kitchen window, Olga, his wife, watched them patient, a small figure and bony, his shoulders wrapped in a black shawl, kind eyes, her hair ash. It was then that he noticed the farm Nora in its entirety, the small arched windows, the prospectus rectangular and symmetrical arrangement of two levels: it seemed to her sister of the facades of Fusinieri way, a relative of the child, lost a piece of industrial archeology, to which the architect had halved the light of the balconies. Then he looked serenely and Olga thought that living there for a while 'time, in peace, silence, accompanied by two old men, would not be a bad idea, not at all.

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Enrich Kunter

I the old Enrich Kunter met him first. She stood in front of the house, the pupils to look for the fat surface contained in a wooden tub, low and full of milk: blood cells span, slow, good, safe, with a wooden spoon in beech, the curved back, the cast of lively irises. Nora found that the normal man angry, rather than being hard crust and soft yellow that grew as the first. It remained unruffled even when ottenutala full and compact, nimble he disappeared in the store. He reappeared shortly after, with two loaves of butter between your fingers:
"Here." He said without much enthusiasm.
"Very nice, but really ... I am here for that announcement ... What she has left the country. "
And so it was: that Henry Kunter had spread the rumor in the valley, broadcaster, putting even a few small notice board of the club and the farmers' union dopolavoristico: seeds that would sprout, prayers to be answered with passion, he expected only in response to a colossus of a man, one of those used to chop wood, to be up so early, to govern the stables and storms, and instead ...
"Miss, there is no place for her here." He said with the harsh language, before returning into the butter.
"Wait!" I alerted her instead. And he warned that he should look better, because the calluses on his hands and three years from working to clear, in the cooperative, not had them all. That put to the test, if you do not believe it.
Enrich, before accepting the challenge, he divided the female with the animals still used as a plain, quartered pesandone strengths and weaknesses: good clean face, the frame work and his desire to do; suspicious that escape from cooperative
"A Chiarano say? Uhm! Also in celebration of those. Not amused, perhaps? "
" I was there to work. Indeed, to be honest, to me all the party almost every night, annoyed, "but added, a correction, not to seem to be a bear cave, she was there willingly among those companions, provided that the party would not last in forever. Another speech was the city, the chattering el'impicciamento citizens, good to put my nose everywhere and always.
"And here, what do you think to find you, Miss?" Provokes the dairyman, without lowering his eyes.
"Here ..." Nora began, but she remembered nothing important enough, or so immediate to convince him of his good intentions. He thought for a while anyway, while Henry absently stirred the cream into the tank, breaking the veil. "I know work. - Then resumed, with new courage - and am not afraid to sacrifice. I know that you are looking for help. And that, believe me, I think poterglielo give. I know, sounds strange that a woman my age travel alone, without a man, but ... "
The farmer scratched his head briefly, shook his shoulders and inhale a little fresh air of the mountain:" To me, miss, I'll be honest, I'm interested in that when cows in the barn they call her run. And what a hand at home to my wife there must always be, that is old and needs. "
In fact, the cutting of forest, field, fix the tractor, the wagon to move, and a hundred other worse weights needed are many other arms, and Henry knew, was surprised, therefore, to have them thrown into the valley to allow the woman to settle. Why this was doing him good to let it grow in space basin. Strange as it might seem, having other urgent human machine, quite another matter, the open loft, cupboard, heart, like a relative, not German, and female to boot.
"Can I stay then?" Asked Nora have, by bed eyes.
In response, he gave her spannarola in his hand and asked it to recover from that other fat milk bath:
"Now you look good. But meanwhile, wait for me here, yes? "
He returned with wooden containers, which began to pour in the cream. "Be like me. Here you'll see how it produces the butter. "
" I know how. "Nora said, wounded pride. Enrich
was sorry for her tip on the nerve, and not to give too much to see, took refuge in the store with a basket of stuff to spin in the churn and invited Nora to do the same:
"As a child, my father taught me to make butter in a bottle. We put the salt to preserve it. It was the German method. But now there is electricity, and not by much, you know? "

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Trojan

cap. 9 (1948 - 2004)

A Trojan electricity was discovered recently, a gift of the Magi in blue overalls, who came up there with the truck ENEL, stuck in the land of their tiny metal tower. Spouses Kunter, only residents of the district, shut up and chewed the whole thing sideways, eyes to the compressors, the ferrocement, ropes pulled from pole to pole, his eyes wide and sad thing for the city, quell'arrembaggio : an invasion from below, and no profits, they thought. If anything, the fear of being hunted down and soon, deprived the district, restored to the holidaymaker for good measure: street noise, smells, faults, street rats, insects born from the old, instead beamed into rustic kitchens and paint and light bulbs everywhere . Phone, of course, and washable tile, wood scents. Fear and dell'0lga dell'Enrich, sbaraccare, that there was room at the hospice, a corner with the Arc of rent received meager compensation. Million, a few, to be spent on fees for all nurses, mashed and boiled chicken, in pajamas, robes and group tours to the lake, while throwing millions of citizens were celebrating one hundred teeth on a Trojan, a change in oxygen body, to be renewed. Kunter
I lived that a successful attempt to enlighten their nights, as one who expects the first storm grains of water, and instead, after the hustle and bustle, the rush current into the walls from room to room, the lamps , came to nothing: nothing made groped the expropriation, no private jeep to flatter; il bello, al contrario, di non dover sprecare olio per lanterne, d’aver giorno anche di notte, a piacimento, e la soddisfazione di accendere arnesi a motore, girando una chiave.
C’era comunque sempre daffare in Troiana: cagliata, fieno, vacche, legna, bucato, stirare, galline, uova, malattie delle bestie, malattie degli umani. E turisti, anche quelli, che arrivavano per piluccare burro centrifugato in casa, per il formaggio e il latte, non pretendendo alloggio o terra da semina, bensì prodotti, fatica, il lavoro del vecchio Kunter, maestro casaro.
Fu questa fretta degli uomini di pianura, questa loro battaglia per la salute, combattuta a spese dei due coniugi, a spingere questi ultimi in cerca d’una hand, aid, and with this in mind, Nora showed up.
came back to the Trojan tuttacurve of small white and Musson, astride a seasoned three-speed motor that Sandro, in full of remorse, gave her the day of farewell. By the way, went through a massive heap of stones and a century-old chestnut, the climb finally gave up his torment and a rapid and short downhill to the right brought straight to the valley.

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Chiarano

Thus began the experience of rural Nora, how clear the water of the Garda and therefore difficult, especially in having to readjust to the frequent breath of other human beings. Of course, those of saltpetre to now, had little to do with the sickly breath of the therapeutic community, but it was always of men and women who had to negotiate space, silence, order and times. Over time, then, his stubborn refusal to choose a male of the group, was never fully understood, although she had first tried to explain patiently to one, then another, and even the girls, who saw in the renunciation of the central motif of his sad smile. Among them, Sandro was to suffer more, the young team leader and one who had first offered the post to Nora. On the other hand, he had the satisfaction of teaching a trade, qualcosa che le avrebbe garantito il pane in ogni angolo di mondo. Ed in effetti, nei tre anni che Nora lavorò in quella cascina, imparò davvero un mestiere, ma comprese anche, definitivamente, che la propria indole solitaria non andava combattuta, bensì addestrata a sopportare il gioco di squadra, se necessario; senza esagerare, però.
Chiamò in causa proprio un’immagine sportiva, quando cercò di convincere Sandro e gli altri giovani che non se ne andava per colpa loro, ma che, al contrario, non s’era mai trovata così bene fra la gente. Disse che gente non era la parola esatta, perché loro li considerava dei veri amici, soltanto che aveva bisogno di una pausa, di uscire un poco dalla mischia, e che, comunque, appena avesse trovato un altro indirizzo, sarebbero stati i primi a saperlo. “Lo giuro.” garantì a Sandro, piccolo in un angolo, che ancora si domandava di quale malattia patisse i morsi quella sciagurata, per abbandonare un lavoro sicuro ed avviarsi ad un’estate sulla strada.
Nora uscì definitivamente dalla cooperativa il sedici maggio del 2004, con in tasca l’indirizzo di una contrada dispersa fra le acacie, i noccioli e le betulle del monte Ben, ad una cannonata dalla chiesa di San Rocco; lo aveva raccolto nell’ultimo suo misterioso vagabondaggio nelle osterie. La notizia che un’anziana coppia di contadini cercava un aiuto e, soprattutto, la possibilità di piantare lungamente i piedi in uno dei luoghi più remoti della terra d’Arco, la galvanizzarono, convincendola a lasciare l’operosa brigata di Chiarano, per trovare in questa nuova dimora un punto finalmente stabile, un centro dal quale rigenerare il corpo e lo spirito.

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Young butterfly

cap. 8 (1999 - 2004)

La preziosa lontananza nella quale, meditando, Nora s’inabissò negli anni successivi, ebbe le sembianze d’un fiume sotterraneo, benefico ma troppo lento. Di sopra, infatti, i mesi rotolavano senza importanza, come granelli di polvere sull’asfalto. It was for this reason that, in September of '99, she set out to disappear, to re farther in the future, a future after it had already closed with Stefano. Reassured his mother on the salvific value of the decision, went up on the first bus line with the sincere intention to quit the habit entirely worse than heroin. Occasional thing, but as this little obsession to eradicate.
He was able therefore to be accepted in a garden of young Tyrolean convalescents, in voluntary exile by the flattery of the poison. During that stay, governed by strict secular ex-priest of a holy man, he experienced the few good things and many bad the forced cohabitation. Of the first, retained after the taste of the latte in the morning, the terra-cotta cups, the kitchen full of huge faces creased from sleep, the image of the fading afternoon walk with the herd. The second, the worst was the feeling of being a prisoner, hostage of a plan laid out by others and elusive.
then went out by the community as a young butterfly stayed too long trapped in the cavities of the wood, liberating flight indulge in a sweet, seemingly devoid of order and destination. Hovered in the air carefree, but when he perceived to be sitting on the same step of the church of San Rocco, in Arco, where the homeless Elisa taught to children life, thought that there was nothing strange, indeed. Past the euphoria of the beginning, had in fact noticed that in the oblivious path, resting in fact the only possible direction: there Elisa froze one night in January of 1871, and from there she had to leave. Exactly one step and at the end of the circle. But to do it, first served for a job and a house, which he found at an agricultural cooperative clear, a common one step away from Arco.

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This old he read books in French, telling every corner of the world as if he had knocked on every inch of serious, seduced so Nora to touch her mind also the first time he practiced Transcendental Meditation. It was the spring of 1997, sitting in a poorly lit room on the top floor of a building in the historic center of Vicenza, obediently executed the orders of the instructor: "If you are the thoughts, let them come. It is like the sea when the algae moves from the bottom. "Thoughts are algae, Nora thought, before reciting the mantra aloud. "Repeat it more softly and more slowly." Commanded the master with authority. The feeling of emptiness, then followed the impression of having his head wrapped in a sheet wet, warm cloth moods, out of which frost in winter. And while the magic word is stuck for eternity in the mind, ragged shreds of life Elixir fins slender memory: he had the impression of visiting the source of its evil, the core of the storm from which all its restlessness had taken the start. But when this assurance, it seemed inevitable, everything is again decomposed and menacing shadow emerged from the bottom stopped shaking: Elisa's tender, a ghost trapped by the night, then returned the girl to be dry grass, free from the hypocritical sty the world.

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also suffered Cristine this hell, so that the evil forever curled in a chair, bent limbs and the will but not the thread of power that his only daughter Elisa surprisingly picked up and carried along on your back with tenacity. And so they went ahead a few years she, her mother, other brothers. On the death of Cristine however, exhausted by the effort and not having relatives left alive that a general respect, Elisa slipped quietly out of the cabin, without a word, without warning, as his father had done forty years earlier, when she left the troops French custody of the Capuchin monastery. The doubt that the flight took off sap to others, it marked the final fall, the tormented his chest only for ten minutes of brisk that it took to reach the village, then the lump disappeared, and the future seemed to her that he was: open a large leaf of tobacco to get lost in serenity.
From that moment, when some twenty years after the old man found frozen inside his coat, Elisa turned the street into the house, shoes in tow, the smile in precious, and the word became payable on acid presumptuous bla bla others. They saw it often sitting in front of the church of San Rocco, she and her dog, she and her bowl, shining in the reasoning and ruthless against those who sought in her brothel or company wished to bend it to good warmth of a fireplace at home. He loved instead of children, which explained the unreachable distance of the sky, and told them that could make the trip if only he wanted to.
of her that was news from the Tonle brothers (point nell'imbucare letters shorter and shorter), and by the City of Arco, which gave custody of the hospital for some time, so not bothering the notables of the village with his mangy presence in the streets. When, at the invitation of District Judge, was discharged from there to make room for real sick, we started talking about how she makes a ship lost in the fog: Remembering profile memory, inventing miracles and foibles, boarding and peaceful intrusions. And even when it could bring out of San Rocco, people continued to refer to him as an abstract figure, whose incarnation fourth meeting of the fantastic descriptions that could be heard walking around the central square. The tale, through countless mouths, became a legend in the heart of the Tonle candid, Schio adoption, the plot as such to his descendants.

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Distraction

cap. 7 (1831 - 1997)

The quintet of years that preceded the cholera epidemic of 1836 was, in Arco, the best since the beginning of the century: the climate, the tenacity of the population, clemency tax, the fruitful intertwining between the holy slime worms and a silk-hungry European market, which resulted in the Tonle spell and his late father had always dreamed of. In total miracle, he gave a big contribution definitely Cristine home, which, with the patience of Job and the strength of ancient matrons, children pointed to a fragile path of salvation: to Elisa, the minute wisely taught to properly toast the cocoons nymphs, and Wilhelm described the wonderful worlds contained in a clod of earth, beginning with the mysteries of wine. As long as he could, therefore, held the sixth in the cabin with the enthusiasm of children and, in the mid of the decade, even began playing around the idea that he would become a company able to feed a entire family, without the need to lean on, about the bugs, the manufacture of cloths.
for most of Arco, to be honest, what was taking place in the country had the taste of a ransom from the lean years of foreign occupation. Many were convinced even of enlightened spirits live in the best of all possible worlds, a paradise of ripe berries and shoots robust, juicy olives and large leaves of tobacco, an island where the joyous loving human forces fought with nature and with the vicissitudes of politics.
Then, suddenly, God looked away. Thus, unexpectedly and for a moment, looked away, but this was enough His distraction, because the things in the air mutassero storm: the cholera came from chissadove, devoured it in a flash the flesh and the joy of the villagers, grinding them ruthless then to spit out his bloody stain on a whim, in a lump of pain never forget. The first to die was
Wilhelm, who sipped the poison albino of the must of Trebbiano, the second and third and fourth and fifth fell in the same time, altered by cramps caused by the water undrinkable sinks, while the sixth, seventh and eighth were swept away by a crumb of bread infected; The penny finally counted at the end of August, when someone noticed the nest of rabid dogs clinging to the remains of a body, perhaps a woman or perhaps a tiny child.
In two months, the houses along the river lost 291 souls, of which six thousand protected, and not enough to save the public prayers or ordered by the magistrate of Arc, or the capitals of the saints lit night and day, nor the hygiene recommendations required by pastor and physicians. Also serves no purpose to live with the pure soul, eat light, not sweat, lie at the first symptoms of diarrhea, when it was over, when he finally reached the hour of grace, the evil was gone as suddenly when he was come, for no apparent reason, no further claims, except in drought and desire for atonement.

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Nora came to light in the landscape glowing in the hour when the Aeolian floating without a trace, her mother began showing her feet and a prince of asphyxiation twisted his neck, which the midwife broke it in time with the kitchen knife. However, it remained something of that stone in my throat, because oxygen since then, especially on the maiden and deserted more than once in the lungs, forcing her to seek the air like fish to water. "Bronchial Asthma" the diagnosed the first physician called by the flock of black-clad women who had weaned, "Mild epilepsy" replied the second, by inviting parents to take a small tree-lined street, to see if the light and dark stimulated the attack, "Disease psychosomatic "ruled the third expert consultation, booking a further visit in his studio. Maria felt a stone instead of the trachea was really convinced that her daughter's torment would es'era exaggerated. James already began to kick at the second outpatient appointment, the third was convinced that the best thing was changing things, go to the north, to visit the baby in the best hospitals. He swore he'd be back at the factory, with a certain salary, and that she, Maria, should no longer work. It was with this promise, in part, maintained that crossed the Strait in 1961, headed for the house via Fusinieri, taking in the sixteenth century some bunches of red peppers and a dozen cannoli with ricotta cheese, not to arrive empty-handed in-laws. Nora turned three that day, the exact hour in which he saw for the first time the elegant facades of the workers' village, along Viale Trento Trieste. All those trees and elegant gardens, however, were those of a trick Caregaro Negrin, architect of Rossi, to seduce the new arrivals at number sixty-six fact, just inside the village, cedar and shady spots were gone already, and substituted by small gardens and townhouses spread sheets.
"It 'a simple little house clean." Hastened to clarify James, when he saw the disappointment on her and hoped to have until the last line on the horizon the blue of the sea in Venice. Nobody cared instead of the sadness of the girl, who wept into the pillow let relatives in Messina and the feeling of not being loved enough.

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James learned from his father a few things about the use of carbide to scare the gypsies, e crebbe coccolato nell’acida bambagia delle camicie nere, trovandosi a vent’anni orfano d’un regime e con la pelle viscida dei serpenti. La cambiò in parte negli anni cinquanta, quando trovò una moglie ruvida e vera fino all’osso, che lo strigliò col bruschetto dell'amore, commutando la sua penosa essenza in faccenda più umana.
Era sceso in Sicilia con un campionario di tessuti per l’inverno, ma anziché affascinare le signorine dei negozi sul lungomare di Messina, gli successe come ad Ulisse fra Scilla e Cariddi: restò tramortito dal canto normanno d’una sacerdotessa dei mercati, che offriva la freschezza del pesce azzurro con la stessa agilità smeraldina delle bisce d’acqua of Paradise. He went several times to show that in the days following, until he managed to enchant the siren with the depths of the seas north of beaming in the transparent blue of his eyes intense as those of de Groot Weigel. Maria, his name was so beloved, convinced him to stay, he promised that the reward of eternal love to suck from the agave and the luck that, from the sea, the nets were fished. There were those, the most intense years of James, free at last from the injury when he had gagged her grandfather fascist, and concentrated on the oscillations of hooks thrown from the vessel as soon as it had been a burr maltagliate fabrics. Maria introduced him to wash it without their parents, with the natural smell of rotten fish imprinted on the skin, eyes and proud sailor capable of feeding an army of children.

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Grandma and Grandpa Grotius

cap. 6 (1935 - 1961)

Nora did not know that the crumbs in the history of his family, and rarely showed the desire to gather other bits, in addition to the few who his father or his grandfather offered. From child, the paternal grandmother fell asleep inculcating the other concerns: the telling of the grim aura of the haunted graveyard, and traces of charred trunks left by the fiery tail of the devils, the werewolf was on its heels, just suspected that the girl, in full moon nights, play doctor with the biggest boys. Sometimes, however, leading to mass, the understanding was that the factory was not life, but an inescapable necessity of the flesh, and spirit by turning the skirt better acquiesce in the parties of the country. "Provided there is decency," hastened to add, just beginning to sparkle in Nora's eyes.
His grandfather, however, saw the warm barn in the factory who had brought his family for generations, a kind of incubator that straightened their backs and taught to earn bread. This intransigence was then defend it around to pubs, playing the knave and assuring him that the children we sent them to work from Rossi at the cost of using the belt. It was the time when Benito Mussolini was courting the eternal glory, in keeping with his teacher this bald, Grotius grandfather despised all his life as circumvents the sublime idea of \u200b\u200bthe great nation self-sufficient, inflating his chest to the Communist traitors, he said, "infested" the Factory, and praising - in the privacy of family, of course - the performance of the leadership, when he sent them all to make the immigrants in America.

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The departure

After the funeral, life replanted necessarily rooted in the family, the latter having to be cut senescence of the bunches and stems of the apples before the fruit from becoming destroyed. With these tasks in September and October of '27 went by fast, although the absence of Charles Louis occupied most of the thoughts of all: not only were his arms, their strength to be less, just missing him, the fullness of her sunny presence, not even his eldest son was able to replace, despite the efforts. Indeed, it soon became clear to Tonle that the company had in the new Cristine thinking head, and that the balance of forces would be readily restored by its possible detachment. When
in November decided to leave for Schio to reach Santino, a friend of his father, however, gave instructions to all members of the family recommended, the two brothers municipal employees, to keep him informed every two months on the whole home, encouraged her sister Elisa to be interested also of the surrounding world, perhaps starting with the big mulberry silkworms that were grazing in the empty fruit baskets, and finally, lying next to his mother on his back, hugged her, kissed her affectionately to Wilhelm, and went up the first tank directly to the east. In three days, sleeping in barns, eating cheese, bread, chestnuts, olives and some mug over bevendoci voucher red, crossed Nago, dross, Mori Adige, was lost in Rovereto, went for a good while walking the Vallarsa is cooled in a pool of Speccheri, enjoy the thrill of sharp rocks that rise from the floor of Fugazze, and finally came down in the Valley of the Counts and Lords, a dozen kilometers from Schio. In the village there came
mail sitting on a wagon coming down from the mines of Civillina, bringing the kaolin. Tonle, who knew nothing, had the impression that the dust-colored curd served to fatten the mortar, or allungatala with lime to exterminate ants. He discovered instead that evening at the home of Santino Bonato that without that stuff, porcelain dishes just were not, and the rich would have had to settle for those in terracotta. "And to us that we care?" He objected, annoyed at the injustice. Good Santino, then, that he did not answer, shrugged and watered the boiled chicken, to which his wife had pulled the neck for the occasion, with the strong Clinto campaign. Then offered him a couch to rest, in which the guest of a sudden he fell asleep, not dreaming that shadows slightly wrinkled, about which little crows were trying to ditch. A week later, it was November 19, 1827, ushered in the Tonle adventure of the old mill to Grotius Rossi of slaves; the last piece which he put James, the father of Nora, but not behind would employ a theory of frames, but traveled in a car post-war Italy, with samples of varied tissue in the trunk.

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She had a pretty busy, Damino with the starched collar, to record the reactions of non-existent body, to ask questions about how her husband had turned the eyes or on the possibility that he had been drinking water infested by worms, of course, amidst all this uncertainty, stagnant, there was only the fact that from now on the barn, the grape, the child bewitched by the star la fanciulla perduta nei racconti di Bougainville, i bigatti da seta e i sacchi di foglia di gelso l’avrebbero occupata fino a notte fonda. Questa triste certezza la tenne comunque per sé, tanto che il medico fece conto cieco sia sulla sua disponibilità ad aiutarlo in quelle lugubri auscultazioni, che sull’onestà delle sue risposte in merito all’igiene della casa e dei pozzi.
Più diffidente egli si mostrò verso la ragazza che, di tanto in tanto, vedeva girare spettinata e scalza per le stanze, tenendo un dito a segnalibro. Sospettò che fosse furiosa, come le tante mentecatte perdute in città, salassate, purgate, quasi annegate in portentosi quanto inutili bagni d’acqua fredda dai più belli spiriti scientifici dell’Impero. Non essendo comunque compito suo quello di ammansirla, ed avendo anzi una certa urgenza quel giorno, legata ad una nuova visita da sbrigare dall’altra parte del comune, non s’informò d’altro che dei sintomi occorsi al morto nei momenti precedenti al decesso, nonché del cibo ingerito, ed infine si preoccupò di spiegare alla congiunta dello stesso che lui sarebbe tornato di lì a qualche giorno per saggiare la consistenza delle carni. “Intanto – spiegò – mettete il signor Charles in un luogo arieggiato e state attenta a sorvegliarlo continuamente, perché ai gatti piacciono le orecchie dei defunti. Se occorre metta un batuffolo di cotone imbevuto di canfora: terrà lontano odors. "Cristine knew hunger because of the cats had sadly experienced when his father died, therefore the recommendation had no other effect than to sink into further despair.

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nine o'clock the next day, a young family came to the elegant, with a large black leather bag: he understood to be the doctor in charge of the Captaincy Circular Rovereto to personally experience the conditions of the alleged corpse. An order of government authorities had in fact given to the mandatory assessment of the future death, "lest being the possible case, which is buried disavventuratamente who lies in a deep swoon, or whose death is apparent. " The doctor should also examine the nature of death, in order to rule out murder, suicide and epidemic infection. The rigor of the operation would not be sorry to Charles Louis, who firmly believed in the need to consider the death a fact of life, and so an event can be measured with the intellectual tools. It certainly would not have rebelled against even the examination of his flesh torn from the heat Agostini, prone to extreme confirmation of departure: what other best empirical evidence could only come up with the men, but the analysis scrupulous decaying body?
Cristina seems anything but clear. The fact that it was necessary to sniff, poke, examine with the glass skin of a dead man, to give him access to the eternal peace, regarded him as an intolerable insult to the poor, first Charles and then to divine providence, which never would have allowed a Christian to be buried alive. Furthermore, none of what you could have sworn the state of consciousness of man who, throughout his life, endeavored to prepare fragrant grass comfy couches, where lively "look after all their five senses.

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not Elisa was not peace, the only female of the family, conceived when he resigned Arco celebrated the temporary annexation to the Kingdom of Italy from Bonaparte wanted: on that occasion, the streets were brilliantly illuminated with hundreds of oil lamps and the people rushed to praise the new owner, outside the walls, and regardless of the fires, Cristine and her husband celebrated their own way, lost in the inertia and beautiful dawn of passion. From that happy carelessness, Elisa was born just a fruit that s'inselvatichì soon among the shoals of streams, prodding lizards, snakes and other misfortunes in the cracks of the ditches, and that in those lands dried up, he made his first readings, choosing between the pages of the natural father's small library.
Then - when he began to attend in order to force the mushroom inside the walls and Austria, new sovereign after the Congress of '15, had a restless sheet of Tyrol province of men, more concerned to build fountains, smooth and level demolish lobbies, that to cure shyness of young souls rebel - she ran in the books with the same absoluteness with which his brother Wilhelm, the angel, had missiles thrown between the glowing sky.
when I was just reading Cristine, overcome by fatigue after the wake, knocked on his room. The girl was holding her hands a libro di viaggi, regalatole dal padre in occasione del suo diciottesimo compleanno. Egli lo aveva acquistato prima della Rivoluzione, in una libreria di Montmartre, a Parigi, e per decenni era rimasto ad ingrassare le tarme in un grosso baule dalle borchie zincate. Un giorno ci posò gli occhi, e il Voyage autour du monde di Louis Antoine de Bougainville gli parve il miglior farmaco della terra per distrarre sua figlia dalle sirte in cui ruzzolava infelice, allorché anche le serpi ed i ragni dei fossi le vennero a noia. Elisa aveva coccolato a lungo il Voyage prima d’aprirlo; e quella notte in cui Cristine la disturbò bussandole alla porta, ne aveva appena cominciato le pagine più affascinanti, quelle in cui il comandante della Baudeuse racconta la meravigliosa naturalezza del popolo tahitiano. Invece di spendersi in pianti o in preghiere, ad ella non sembrò miglior saluto al padre che quella lettura silenziosa e appartata, quasi che Charles Louis, anziché salire fra le braccia del Signore, fosse sceso nel paradiso terrestre, fra zucche, cocco, banane, pappagalli, musici e ragazze dalle natiche tatuate di nettare turchino. Lesse ancora un poco, ma quando sua madre le sfiorò la guancia con un bacio, appoggiò il libro per abbracciarla teneramente, e così rimasero fino al mattino.

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Wilhelm

5. (1827)

When, in 1827, Charles Louis breathed his last, the youngest of her five children was playing with the constellations, lying on the grass behind the barn. The others watched at home to let the hard work of his father, wondering from time to time to know where the young Wilhelm had hunted. The fact is that he, at home, just could not stay there, he wanted the air, the stars. And it was really strange: septet from the heart space of silence, he uttered mysterious words only in principle and then completed two years, was then plunged into an eerie silence, that even the masses controlled by the mother archpriest Luigi Giacomo Pisoni, nor scans father between the concavity of the throat, were extirpated. Wilhelm continued in fact to live in the depths of their cold winter for the entire period of the year, and his window of ice had eyes only for the order and disorder of the stars, the intensity of the orange reflection on the moon and sun for the refraction of its rays in the morning puddle of animals. But most of all the kidnapped the unfathomable vastness of the universe, discovering that He is not a prize after an exciting yarn, as some of his peers, but the unexpected vibrated in the chest when he turned, for the first time conscious, looking to sky. He felt pierced da una forza ineffabile, da un vento che gli trasformò la tenerezza dell’infanzia in un’eterna soglia d’inadeguatezza, dalla quale affacciarsi stupito. Appena suo padre capì l’incanto, gli indicò la rotta, tracciandogli una mappa celeste sull’intonaco esterno della stalla, nell’angolo in cui il ragazzo amava da sempre rifugiarsi. E là infatti lo trovò sua madre, quella caldissima notte d'agosto.

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The Napoleonic

Colorando panni, falciando il fieno, raccogliendo olive, potando grappoli d’uva, ammonticchiando mele ed amandosi teneramente nella grande cascina dei genitori della sposa, nei quindici anni successivi Charles Cristine and Louis saw settle, Arc, the French again, the Austrians, the Bavarians, Italians, Austrians and again, and every time the couple sealed the event with the birth of a child, beautiful and vibrant as her mother .
of this fragrance, however, enjoyed the good only near the fireplace, since they, like the rest of the population, suffered the passage of the disordered troops, all troops, which followed each time a legalized looting of eggs, poultry, milk unmarried girls, tobacco and florins, with the excuse of abstinence suffered in war. To humiliate and particularly the families of the Sarca dell'Oltresarca were the raids of the Bavarian and Italian, censors Part of the cult and legislators: the vice-Angelini, for example, on behalf of the Kingdom of Italy, the confiscated property of the Capuchin Friars and the Zoccolanti Thank you, including the pipe organ, bells and bars of the windows; seized also the gifts of the Conti and radically changed the judicature Arco, incorporating that of Riva. For its part, the Bavarian government banned the celebration of Mass and other functions as Christmas, denied the Ave Maria to the dying and took the nuns serve the right to a pension. Finally, in 1814, fell to Napoleon and Pius VII returned to St. Peter's religious offices came back into vogue, encouraged by Emperor Francis I of Austria, who non lesinò pane, sagre e leccornie al popolo, sapendolo a digiuno da tempo. Inoltre, mentre di domenica in domenica i Te Deum facevano vibrare i finestroni del coro della Collegiata, Sua Maestà unificò il Tirolo meridionale con quello settentrionale, preparandosi così ad inaugurare il grande congresso viennese, nel quale – com’è noto – ridisegnò lo schiribizzo geopolitico napoleonico.

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Verso il tramonto, nembi permettendo, il picco d’ombra del castello gli s’adagiava dolcemente sul davanzale, ed il convento dei Cappuccini, oramai sguarnito dai francesi, poteva quasi toccarlo. Ma ancora più lived near the family in which he began to be expert in raising worms and to treat the silk cocoons. Tearing it in Arco, as well as tailors, carpenters, teachers, bricklayers, blacksmiths, barbers, coopers, millers, schioppettieri, chemists, pharmacists, doctors, seamstresses, butchers, ombrellieri, merchants and peasants, even the tiraseta, however unpopular from the first date on which settled to the smells produced by the stifling of cocoons. Having to postpone the need for such a sickening business, Charles Louis decided that this could become his business: thus began peeling the leaves of the mulberry trees, then over time he learned to build rudimentary rings to mark the silkworms, ed entrò infine, maturata l’esperienza, nella nuovissima Fabbrica dei Panni, fermamente voluta da Giambattista Marosi, sacerdote d'origini abruzzesi nonché aspirante modernista.
A far da maestri, l’industriale novello chiamò gente da fuori, e fu proprio in quella occasione che Charles Louis sentì per la prima volta nominare Schio. Ben venticinque artigiani di quella cittadina furono infatti reclutati nell’opificio per insegnare il mestiere agli arcensi, ed uno di questi, un certo Santino Bonato, s’incaricò d’educare all’arte della tessitura anche l’ex cronachista francese. Nacque presto una sana amicizia, che finiva spesso all’osteria della Posta e che si rinforzò quando the Bonato invited him to be a place beside her at the Mill Conte, Schio.
The proposal would have enough juice, given the uncertainties which tumbled in the textile industry right now Arco, a move from a fledgling middle class and unable to move towards the precipices of progress, but Charles Louis, while tied to a profession that is disdain, continued to spin silk in the very fragile historical research, and this, in his heart, which put the best enthusiasm. Not wishing to surprise the world with the discovery of some new document dissolute adolescence of Napoleon, his passion is more like that of the collector, who collects and sorts of objects insignificant to others for the sake of keeping them, touch them, to be able to have at will. Moreover, beyond the charms and fetishes, the blond girl whose slender hands bewitched the stars was not a dream, really moved gracefully among the vats filled with chestnut color, revealing part of the calves and ankles every time leaning to dive clothes. Nor were the imaginary ones greetings which lit up the face when he met him. Greetings which he reciprocated, clinging to that figure with the eyes of animal minute, to spend, if you like, the coolest energy. And in fact, lost no time, so that the high mass of the following Easter we went to boyfriends, and the new procession with the body of Santa Innocenza, promossa nel marzo del 1800, vi parteciparono nella candida veste dei coniugi Gròzio (al cognome alla francese, infatti, fu imposto dai nuovi governanti un taglio leggero e uno spostamento d'accento).

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The procession

Se ne andò alla vigilia di un giorno speciale per Arco, ma lo comprese soltanto verso le cinque del pomeriggio, quando si vide sfilare, davanti alla panchina su cui sedeva, una processione religiosa solennemente agghindata, con grande concorso di madri e padri, preoccupati d’ingraziarsi la Santissima Vergine Innocenza, la cui reliquia trionfava su di una tavola portata a spalla da quattro sacerdoti in tonacelle rosse. Il cronachista, non lasciandosi miss the opportunity, then the rest of s'accodò praying, believing that humor did well. No one noticed his presence, each having to beg from the holy to finally liberate a cataract of water on the city dry for two months. To those prayers, came to help boys and girls angel dressed in white clothes, his hair tufted veils, holding palm trees, wreaths and torches. Further reinforcing the regiment perpetual rhythm and gave the town band, playing music repertoire chosen from the military. So
decorated, the theory of faithful across the square confident of Arc, to finally trickles into the church, between the pews of St. Mary of the Assumption. Charles Louis pinned hymns, prayers, and the collection petendam pluviam to the choir sang around the fercolo of the Holy Rosary on which was placed with dignity, and not lost the enthusiasm of the crowd when, towards evening, the time seemed to want answers prayers. From Mount Baldo thickens a cloud of ink, which is arranged just above the plain of the Sarca. They went also to the Christians of tears, but it rained only a week later, without notice. The winter and the peace of Campoformio again led the Austrians in the streets of Arc, Louis Charles and struggle hard to endure the malicious comments of the occupants when they heard his accent, but the time to learn the dialect of the place and a German essential in that year found him stationed in the country, so it was hard not to be confused with the strangers who passed through there and then, accumulated a small capital with odd jobs, take rent a room in the suburb of Mogno, a former colonel in the Austrian retired.

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Italian Campaign

4. (1 796 to 1815)


Kasparo Groziol passed to Charles Louis, the only son who did not died in infancy, the enthusiasm for the systematic study and faith in the mechanisms of reason. It was the latter, the dell'Ottantanove eve of the bourgeois revolution, in the first groped to mend their family history. Step by step, looking for clues in the memory of those alive and in ink of notaries, sifting through church archives, prison records and tabular trade, managed to rebuild the maze in which the family de Groot had remained during the past century and a half. After the storm
Jacobin, instead of reclining in the warm weather of the Executive, is queued as an eyewitness to the commander Napoleon Bonaparte, when he decided that it was now time to unstick solemn influence the Italian territories of Austria. Put you need to take notes in a maple case left him by his father throughout the campaign he juggles with the pen very well, participating in the conquest of Lodi and Milan. Which increased in Tyrol with a battalion, fell like a river until Tenno, led most excellent General Saint Hilaire, who, to do well, without question invaded the Valley, making it succulent pasture for his soldiers. Arco last this great tribulation, this move that seemed infinite, ran aground, finding peace in the streets first and then in the Capuchin convent. Here, in January 1797, the garrison and his deputy chief officer put the tents, with the firm intention not to take more. A big deal boring, invero, dal quale Charles Louis, stanco di una guerra della quale aveva perduto l’orizzonte, e attraversato da malinconie sempre più ricorrenti, prese quasi subito le distanze: una notte d’agosto, all’insaputa di tutti, si defilò infatti dal convento, come una vite lenta d’ingranaggio per ventura destinata a cadere. D’altro canto, all’esercito non lo legava che un tacito accordo documentario, venuto d’avanzo quando Napoleone lo assegnò alle dipendenze di Saint Hilaire, un uomo praticissimo, ma restio ad affidare la natura spigolosa della guerra ai miopi resoconti dei cronachisti. Charles Louis si sentì dunque sottostimato dal nuovo tiranno locale, il quale aveva imposto a tutta la valle tributi altissimi, non impedendo ai suoi soldati di razziare donne e granaglie nei paesi in cui avevano fatto quartiere. Appunto perché d'altra risma e comunque memore del luminoso sapere al quale suo padre e suo nonno lo avevano iniziato, il quarantenne giornalista parigino scivolò, dalla cella cappuccina in cui alloggiava, ai vicoli del paese addormentato, e si disperse nella notte, sicuro che nessuno ne avrebbe reclamato l’assenza.

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Fu in quel mese faticoso che Nora sperimentò l’odore e il sapore della canapa indiana. Stefano l’aveva fino a quel momento tenuta alla larga da quelle faccende, visto il carattere solitario della ragazza; temeva che lo stordimento confuse it, putting it in an unpleasant state of excitement for everyone. On the other hand, Nora, the first trickle of smoke that rolled burning deep in the lungs, had actually crossed the white teens to step out of place and of newly hatched chicks. Until '77, was experienced in blowing his athletic ball, unaware even of the crevasses carved from terrorist attacks. Indifferent to the din of American tanks who left Saigon, she swayed to the meadows of his long hair and fairy breasts grape, magically wrapped in her shroud of fiber oxygen levels, and she ran, out of the stadium while the war stopped a moment to open wounds. Oblivious of everything, Nora controlled the arterial pulse at the top of the hill Piane, endlessly repeated distances on the track as soon as the roll bar, measuring time by counting the daily distance.
Later, Stefano, Prince Myshkin, the Moro kidnapping, Ecce Bombo, the natural lag of the senses prodottale age, unhooking from the fabulous world in which he had hidden, but knocking him utter uncertainty. And that until the day of his twenty-seventh birthday - station, heroin, the first hole as a gift, want to go away - when the risks of curling in the icy glare of death.
alongside each other for a few months, when Stephen was aware of his intention to run away very late, indeed: in fact, Nora had already fired, had disposed of the heroin and the lightning was no longer in the skin by a desire to become unstuck off the Valleogra: "Come." urged him, tugging his shirt and trying to distract him from TV. But enough to feel the first resistance of his arm, wanting to stop by. Was or was not, this, an excuse to get rid of him, in fact not met again until the following year, when he returned with a white elephant in the bag and a modest need to shoot up. Need a light, like sugar in coffee.
Stephen found his stuff a few days after his return, by accident while looking for a lighter in his bag. Dejected, he blamed the misery of all the junkies in Europe, the money that Nora was suddenly on his hands, and the weak character, wrongly, to recognize them. Fearing the worst, and not knowing exactly when she had started, he approached the weeks that followed as an angel, sweaty, and ready armed with a sword, not required, to fight for his release. It was then, stifled by the presence quell'assillante fraught with distrust, which Nora decided to leave the sinking of love rotten wood. The separation - indeed temporary because some twenty years later, thanks to the 'persistence of Stephen, came back together – seguì come l'acqua alle nubi, e, vista la piega, fu presa di reciproco accordo, dando però frutti assai differenti: Stefano continuò a sopravvivere nelle maglie larghe delle Poste, portando lettere agli scledensi; Nora si perse invece nei verdi pascoli di Maharishi Maesh Yogi, al Centro di Meditazione Trascendentale di Vicenza, in Piazza delle Erbe.

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Figlio di Pieter, e dunque nipote dell’Huig taglialegna, tiracorda e molatore, Kasparo Groziol crebbe fiutando l’olio enciclopedico del padre, il quale, a differenza del gemello, ai muscoli preferiva la nuova filosofia dei lumi. Lasciato infatti il negozio lionese in good hands, Pieter soon landed in Paris, where he lived by giving piano lessons and grinding, ground, and contributing to the spread of printing materials thought Diderot. Unlike his father, a proponent of a healthy emotional distance from the object of investigation, but the blood was boiling Kasparo in the face of abuses of the powerful and not content to cool hot spots in scientific discussions with the Academy of Friends: All fired instead that heat in pamphlets hostile to the Gallican Church, which he published anonymously, using the ancient relatives left in the United Provinces. With a burst of
little child, Nora threw in the face of the young priest, who listened amazed, the rigmarole of atrocities committed by the powerful universal in their two thousand years of strict adherence to Catholic. All this accusations, of course, the more items in coded languages \u200b\u200bthen known by young people, the human resistance of the manuals, written by the group of extreme left. At that time, in fact, both she said Michael often Fucking , ie, Treppo and paranoia home and in their speeches, when they made love, they felt to be on the same thread of the companions of May French.
The Bologna bomb was for them the line of demarcation between the old revolutionary dream, in which violence proletarian could still have its own space, and a commitment to peace instead, away from any possible armed conflict. For this reason, in June 1981 took care of Schio in an exhibition on the various ways to produce clean energy, which turned to grant, adhesives and multilingual yellow circles of the sun, laughing, and many publications of alternative culture: macrobiotics, fight non-violent, Gandhi, Krishnamurti, Siddhartha, and finally - while I was waiting for Nora early December to start a new job as a secretary - is left to a myriad of little trip here and there, culminating, between September and October, with the fruit picking in Cortaccia, the country which Stephen had worked in Trentino l'anno precedente.