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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