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Irene and "Don Vincenzino"

I spoke of the period of medium already in another story, but I think my wife Irene and the teacher of history and geography: prof. Vincenzo Lime, deserve a separate chapter.
It was November 11 when he arrived in class the new professor, I think I have an iron memory to remember the day ... a bit true, but why I remember so well is that my partner Irene stravolse lyrics Albano: December 13, and made a blockbuster .. dedicating it to the victim by her professor dubbed "Don Vincenzino.
text rewritten by Irene: the eleven Saint Martin in November has arrived at school a teacher who we all called Don Vincenzino ... how many big oil stains on his pants, has broken shoes .. look at him with terror has rabbit ears, the mouth as a can, it seems the great
Salamone wise but it is not .... and so on.
In fact, a little strange was the professor, went to school always a bit disheveled, with the same rumpled suit .. and think that one day we saw him arrive in class with the pajama top under the shirt and sweater instead of with slippers.
The funny thing is that Irene, with amazing chutzpah, the humming this song every time he entered the classroom, but he, the professor did not take the at all even laughed with us.
In my opinion, Irene could become a great actress, had a natural talent.
Whenever the prof had to question if someone was in trouble ... here you go on stage ... coming out of his desk and began, with an excuse to close prof, always wore skirts and vertiginous scollatture who placed well highlight the beautiful breasts busty, was constantly on his questions ... and often questions the bell sounded to end now ....

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Water

Water, in these last days I feel finally talk about the importance of water and absolute danger that this becomes, in a future closer, a source of income for the few at the expense of the community.
As often happens, we realize the problem until it is too tardi.Nelle modern houses there is nothing more obvious of opening the water tap to serve for any use, dall'igene staff to clean the house.
For me it has always been so, even if it was easy to get used to the convenience (it is more difficult to reverse).
In the small village where I was born and raised, the water was a precious commodity and will become even more in summer.
During the winter until late spring, all the water that was used had to go and take to the river but dry during the summer season, there were still some puddles and sometimes not even those.
For drinking and cooking was no problem, on land owned by my family was a very good source from which they drew all the inhabitants of the village (no one has ever thought to consider private property and as such to it pay)
became difficult to do laundry. often had to reach "rock Ruja knows" where remained almost always a large pool of water, a very charming in a ravine between two rocky cliffs of red (from here the name) My mother often took me with him and I loved it
seemed to be in an enchanted place (to my mother .. probably not) I had heard often, "unu siddadu" (treasure) that someone would hide in the crevices of rock faces and I liked to fantasize that if I could find I would be rich ...
But sometimes, when spring was particularly siccittosa had to go to fetch water even further to "fulcada know, we came back up the mountain in the paths of the goats and then had to get off on the other side and it was not an easy task with the clothes and the copper kettle that had to carry around to make lye, my task was to look for newly arrived dry branches to light the fuoco.Anche there the place was magical suspended like living in another dimension.

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When I was little, in the early sixties, in my little village was very raro vedere qualche automobile e quando accadeva diventava un'avvenimento di cui si parlava per giorni.Gli adulti, sopratutto le donne, guardavano senza essere viste da dietro le imposte socchiuse,mentre noi bambini,guardavamo da lontano, combattuti tra la paura e la voglia di avvicinarci.
Un giorno,i miei genitori erano andati in paese,non sarebbero tornati prima della sera ed io mi sentivo libera di scorazzare come un maschiaccio,dopo aver giocato per tutta la mattina ad arrampicarci ed a saltare da una roccia all'altra ,il mio povero vestito era ridotto proprio maluccio,l'orlo pendava scucito da una parte per non parlare di uno strappo notevole causato da un ramo che ebbe la malaugurata idea di infilarsi nella mia tasca.
Nel primo pomeriggio we saw a car coming, ignoring for a moment our games, we all see, the car stopped in the tiny square in front of the house of Tata, we, not daring to get too close to home we stopped in front of Uncle Rimundu, higher than piazza.Ne came down to a man and a woman armed with a camera, snapped several pictures .. I realized I was in between being left alone, but I'm not breaking down and stood there watching until the two do not go away.
Some time passed, he began the school year I attended the first grade, my teacher Rosa, who lived in my house, received a teaching journal, I think it was called that, but I'm not sure .... and surprise. was .. una mia foto, completava un'articolo che parlava di Concas come di un posto del terzo mondo...in effetti a guardare quella foto....si vedeva una bambina scalza ,spettinata , con il vestito a brandelli..forse anche con il viso sporco,ma per fortuna la foto era in bianco e nero...no, non davo proprio una bella impressione.
Io ero tutta contenta di vedere una mia foto sul giornale...anche se non era vogue,mia madre invece si arrabbiò moltissimo...e io non capii il perchè.

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my grandmother told

Mia nonna raccontava ,d'inverno accanto al camino ,il chiarore del fuoco era l'unica luce che illuminava la grande cucina.
Raccontava di quando era bambina e con la mamma e il fratello seguivano il padre nel suo continuo girovagare per gli tonnages of Gallura Santu S'ispiridu, Pedru Gajas, fold, in his stories took a magical dimension.
and he told her about that time, sixteen years old and already a mother, Christmas Eve defied the wrath of "pride Porcu" going to church with this child while not yet baptized. (Then it was forbidden)
told of a winter's night, a storm, thunder and lightning tore the air, someone knocked on the door, strange, "Passizzera" did not bark, maybe the police, she barked to the police,, Peppe grandfather opened it and found himself facing three armed men, and greeted one of them, clearly the leader, asked if he had something to eat cunt, my grandmother sat calmly on the tavolo pane,formaggio e vino,i tre mangiarono,salutarono e se ne andarono....era il bandito Pasquale Stocchino e due suoi amici.
Raccontava di quella volta che dovette stare sveglia tutta la notte per rammendare l'abito del vescovo che si era strappato mentre scendeva a piedi da "Su Cossu"....allora anche i vescovi andavano a piedi.Io ricordo lo stesso vescovo, monsignore Giuseppe Melas ,vecchio ,nella sua ultima visita pastorale,si fece accompagnare questa volta in macchina,a visitare mia nonna,anche lei ormai vecchia.
E poi raccontava di quella volta che una pentola di minestrone bollente cadde addosso a mio fratello Peppino che allora aveva tre anni.Nessuno pensava che si sarebbe salvato,ma lei caparbiamente non si arrese,si procurò ,non so dove una pozione di erbe,per quasi un anno non fu possibile mettergli vestiti addosso ,ma lentamente,molto lentamente guarì.
E poi raccontava storie leggendarie di banditi che si rifugiavano nella cima del monte "Tepilore"
e da li controllavano tutto il territorio, e di Pasca De Faddis,una donna che ,per amore scelse di vivere alla macchia.
Raccontava ,nonna,finchè la fiamma del fuoco lentamente si spegneva ed era il momento di andare a dormire

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sos Trigoso (de deus)

Quando ero piccola ,ogni anno a metà quaresima, mia madre e mia nonna preparavano i piatti con "sos trigos". Sceglievano con cura i piatti,i più belli, il cui fondo veniva ricoperto dal grano e dall' acqua necessaria ,venivano poi sistemati buio.Il to put it inside my bedside table and every morning, just got it checked with forward growth and if necessary add acqua.In short time the dish becomes a small wheat field, so that the slender stalks were bent around legandovi were kept on a strip of stoffa.Per on Easter Sunday the grain had to be handsome, tall and very important thing biondo.E then the time comes, get ready for the party, I covavo eyes, I wanted that was my most beautiful, which is distinguished from all others and therefore, with the help of my grandmother was looking for the most colorful ribbons to tie around in large fiocchi.E is, among all the others lined up in the little church, mine is just the most beautiful Mah ... .. who knows, each child must have thought the same thing of his

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the cunning of an aspiring chicken

When I was little, the chickens were part of the family and had an important social role which was to exchange ... eggs, chickens, but also exchanged with other food and non solo.Erano beautiful chickens, were not in series as now are daughters of the incubator, then there was the mother hen with her warmth was hatched eggs and it was great to see those colored soft swab their way to exit, daprima with her head to look around and then curious as the shell gave way to more and more shots of the little beak and there they decided to come out ready to explore the mondo.Io gave them a name and grew as I tried to figure out who would become a chicken and a chicken and who was hoping that my favorites were all females because it would not be finished in the pan. The color of the chickens ranged from red to gray variegated (Trinity), the white was very rare, in fact, who claimed the privilege was answered with a saying: "ite de sa sese fizu Pudda white?" The chickens lived in
free sas carreras that when they began to lay eggs needed to observe them, why did the nest in the most impensati.Bisognava know many small signals from which it was clear that it was the moment one of the signals was prolonged CoCoCo muted. I remember in particular a chicken "sa Pudda lace" was an incredible smarts do not know how the heck did, but as I were careful not to discover me, she sniffed the air, was
long laps, most of the time could detecting, entered into a spot of mastic and its CoCoCo I was convinced that he would have made her nest ... but check back after a while there was no sign of neither she nor the egg ....
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Fratricide

story taken from the group" When I was small "( http://www.facebook.com/group . php? gid = 85561899252 & ref = ts .......Questo è uno dei tanti racconti che troverete nel Gruppo :"Quando io ero piccolo"è stato pubblicato da me ma lo ha scritto il mio amico blogger Luigi che non è su fb. Nel gruppo troverete tante storie di persone comuni che ricordano la loro... infanzia,sono storie che ricordano usi e costumi del passato quando a scrivere sono persone come me di una certa età....altre invece parlano di un passato più recente.Vi consiglio di andare a curiosare.....non ve ne pentirete. Inoltre, il gruppo ha un obbiettivo ambizioso che è quello di realizzare un libro il cui ricavato andrà alla Onlus "annulliamo le distanze" che si ocupp di bambini in Eritrea.Scrivete e fate scrivere...non costa nulla ed è divertente e anche terapeutico(come Augusto says) ---------------------------------------

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..... The stork brought me, just after the Second War, middle-class family in a way that could put the front door the first of four blue ribbons in the second tape after totale.Il 14 months and now I tried to remain an only child. It was taken from the stock with a wood fireplace that I went to my mother who was in bed with the new arrival at his side. No Lello, eu, eu! I screamed and just the act of self-defense of the mother saved both target depriving the fate of Caino.Mi went and took a liking to the new birth, even, cradled in her bed prejudice sitting on the ground to sleep. My brother Pasquale still has the nickname "Lello" Besides the great house was me and serves as vigorously dedicated to small chores that my mother entrusted me to take responsibility, clean the floors, dust the furniture, dishes, etc. , all tasks that made me feel useful. Small and conscientious already so I guadagnai gallons for small purchases in the shops of the country, while the market will provide the best of my arrogance, not respecting the row, with sympathetic but determined to do, dribbled. Beware of money, and remains, I opened the horizon the way of reasoning. Ready for first grade class, with the auction waiting for me on banchi di scuola, ci fu la terza bussata della cicogna a casa nostra e le cose si complicarono; aumentarono le incombenze e cerano anche i compitini ai quali dovevo dedicate tempo ed attenzione. Non mi scoraggiai e, oramai preparato, fui sempre più lometto di casa con mamma che attendeva anche allincarico di professoressa di lettere e papà occupato con la campagna, lallevamento dei cani, lattività di giudice cinofilo e scrittore/pubblicista, a tempo perso e per il suo diletto di tecnico della caccia. Feci appena in tempo a riscuotere il Premio Studio e Bontà, in quinta elementare, che ci fu lultimo toc toc della cicogna la quale, preso gusto, ci consegnò il piccolo di casa; quarto dei fratelli ed il più coccolato. Mio padre, anche cacciatore, mostrò al volatile dispettoso il suo fucile ed esso comprese che era il caso di dimenticare la strada della nostra casa.I quattro moschettieri erano pronti, di lì a poco, per scorrazzare per la campagna durante lestate, facendo disperare la mamma che li rincorreva - inutilmente - con il cucchiaione di legno. Quasi selvaggi che cercavano il contatto con la Natura rientrando in casa con le tasche piene di ogni animaletto ritrovato in giro.

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my father

Mio padre ,nato nel 1906 ,il prossimo 18 aprile (se c'è ancora) compirà 104 anni.
Anche lui, come me è nato a Concas (fraz. di Torpè)Fà parte della terza generazione dei "pionieri" che fondarono questa piccola frazione ,infatti fu suo nonno paterno insieme ad altri due fratelli ad insediarsi nell'altopiano di Oretola,che fu anche il primitivo nome della frazione.Provenivano da Buddusò ,all'inizio vi restavano soltanto durante l'inverno e abitavano nelle tradizionali pinnetas.Poi qualcuno costruì la prima casa di pietre e fango e diventarono stanziali.Su riu mannu",durante la stagione delle piogge,isolava Concas da Torpè,che dista 14 chilometri,non c'erano strade nè ponti,per cui si sfidava la corrente del fiume solo in caso di estrema urgenza.Come ben potete immagginare,ai tempi di mio padre ,la scuola non esisteva e dunque lui ha imparato a leggere e scrivere da un pastore di fuori che possedeva un raro e prezioso libro.Molto curioso e ,sicuramente dotato di una discreta intelligenza ,aiutato much by her mother, grandmother Perfect, read everything he could get that much in the village but also in adjacent areas was considered "educated person" and was often asked his opinion or his consiglio.Alle first elections after the war was nominated as REPRESENTATIVES of the Concas amministrative.In occasion there was a tussle with my grandmother, who immediately joined the new party (do not know if his name was already Christian Democrats) and my father, who remained faithful to his great friend "Pera Ruju" doctor, who played the MSI, the nomination marked a very serious rift in the family, in fact, neither renounced his position, my father ran the MSI, my grandmother may have voted, my father was offended a lot .. and for a while looked at cagnesco.Comunque that time my father was elected but his party went to the opposition. I would like to clarify for the avoidance of doubt, that in spite of my father, to estimate and respect for his friend to have fought in MS, no one could be farther from the negative idea that he rightly raises the word "fascist." Concas A, of what was happening in the rest of Italy and even less in the rest of the world , no one knew.
Incidentally, my father always told that his friend Pera (Piero)'s always said, "never to vote Christian Democrat, in preference to vote .. comunista.E remembered my father's many stories but one in particular once the accompanied, must a visit to my sister's godmother, said a figure that seemed exaggerated to my father, came out when she went to see but he smiled and answered, "You know how I can treat the poor with this money? The woman in question was wealthy, avaricious and without children. It was he who taught my father to take the sting, in fact I always say that could recognize all the people of Concas .... from sitting.
Although late in life, my father also managed to take the license, bought a six hundred of the second or third hand and certainly has never been spared from making available to anyone who had need. I remember that, in hospital, not just able to get out of bed was lavish in ways tuti to help those who were worse. And yet I remember when, after the weekly visit of a physician, collected all the recipes, put on his old bike to go to Torpoint to take the medicines for all (14 kilometers) I remember when started at dawn with his old bike go to work in the countryside of Gallura nell'antimalaria (ERLAS) and then when he came back was the work of the countryside, often in the moonlight of which he knew all the movements. And it is because he was extraordinary in the ordinary that thinking of him I am reminded of the verse of a poem by Camillo Sbarbaro: "Father, if you were not my father, also would love you for yourself.

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