Ringworm Of The Stomach

Dialogue between Nice and Bergamo, a summer evening in 1860, in Calabria. Grinding up

Ivan Vaghi

- Tell me about your country Piccinini, six of Bergamo true? -

- Val Seriana Joseph Pradalunga, but is still better looking Selvino, on the plateau. My father took me hunting and you know what I liked? Go to the top of the mountain Purito and look around, there are no mountains higher and pull until you can see for yourself. On the one hand you have the val val Brembana Seriana and on the other, you can sense the great plain to the south and if you turn you in front of the Alps, to get the crown. Some say that in clear days you can see Venice and Milan, too, but this just is not possible, then you do not need to imagine what you see, is already so that you can embrace the look. On summer evenings we were there until sunset, to see the last red ray that pierced the sky above the green trees. Same in the winter mornings, the sunrise over the red white snow. I thought there was the most beautiful place in the world. -

- Now what do you think? -

- I understand that there are many others, but I could not imagine it then. Basically I first saw the sea Fourth, when we embarked. They are small places where we lived, and there is so much world to see. -

- and so little time Piccinini, just a ball of fine Bourbon settled and we will not have no world to see. -

- Joseph will not happen tonight, I went on top of that hill and there are no Bourbon troops in sight, apart from those that are deployed on our side. For hours I looked through the scope to the north, I sent lookouts and couriers. I stayed until sunset, and when I decided that was enough I turned around. You do not know Joseph, I turned around, and I've seen it! -

- Who did you see? -

- Italy Giuseppe, I've seen Italy. I was in front of Messina and Mount Etna, Sicily, and behind him, next to Lipari and the other islands, Stromboli at the bottom surrounded by a deep blue. Below me endless meadows of broom and the smell of jasmine that you can stun, and further down, away, Scilla and its sandy shores and crystal. Above me the last red rays of sunset that pierced the green forests and the white foam of the sea. I followed that points beyond, to our places, and for a second I seemed to see us at the bottom Selvino. There will be up there was definitely a boy who looked on our side and that our own dreams. -

- You have my word Piccinini. -

- What About Joseph? -

- To Italy, you have my word that we mean business this Italy is our destiny. -