My mother spoke of her first year of teaching - when reached by Puglia, Veneto - shortly after the end of War and remained there for some years.
At that time, I had buried a child, was born and my sister was widowed of her first husband - taking advantage of the dramatically deep and experiences that are added to the southern ones. already intensely lived.
I was seventeen when the whole family - based on staggered from Sicily - converse in the province of Padua.
My father had preceded us to Battaglia Terme, it be restored to a bad sciatica Then I, with my sister and one of her friends and peers and we would have detained a month.
Our mother had joined us after a few days - having first had to fulfill the duties of School Year - In that of Siracusa - and then, soon, back to Sicily with my father
We were invited - and guests of Lina, who was one of the first pupils of our mother and now married to the owner of a beautiful farm, near the river Brenta.
Behind the barn - there was a canal, a couple of meters wide and with a considerable quantity of water-
From the first day I noticed that: Just open the barn because the six cows and two calves start - from alone - and over the canal, stopping briefly to cool off and so the subject of an involuntary bath, and then proceed to their pasture. Then
cattle fell from him in the stable - in the meantime nectar and provided with additional feed - each to their bushels - to continue the rumen. Completing the fauna
a huge sow with an unknown number of pigs - a mare and her foal - a large group of fat razzolanti hens and cockerels quarrelsome small (the most vociferous were identified by the owner finally ... on the table, with polenta and tocio)
For me it was a whole new and amazing - fabulous - and then, the talk nice, smooth, once the defining traits of my sister (nine years older) and who had gone through the years was
then - the only time - I spent with the other one night in the yard - with only darkness around, looking on - on your back - the stars and let us sleep enveloping, to deliver at dawn surprise.
Upon arrival, our guests, we have provided three bicycles, though, the friend of my sister always had to take me - in the chamber - because she could not and would not learn to behave themselves
I, as thin as a nail, I managed to get by for those plans and well-maintained trails - dirt - that enabled us to move easily from one village to another of the vast plain
so I knew the villages of Piazzola, Grangemouth, Fratta Casoni, Fontana, Citadel and - close del Grappa - Bassano the mythical and its bridge over the Brenta.
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