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Nothing to say All my life

Late yesterday afternoon I sent an e-mail to my boss telling him that today I took a day off to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. He said making me good wishes and saying that I deserved the day off and I would not have been charged. I was pleasantly surprised.

In the evening I went down to Cremona by Maria Luisa. She would come up in Brescia because these days I suffered a bit 'due to a bout of labyrinthitis. But since I had driven without any problems going to and fro office, I decided to move his wife to leave me quiet and to follow the original plan that it took today on a visit to Piacenza.

Yesterday evening we would go to the movies, but since the room close to us do not project anything we particularly liked, we stayed at home to waste time at the computer. I first made an on-line printing of the photographs that I had done to my father and the big pig that was found in the mountains in recent days. Then I could not resist the temptation to print a photo on a mug for his friend Lorenzo. Both will be delivered at home in the coming days and I hope this little thought that the surprise is something they welcome.

Wandering a little on the internet, mostly on facebook to see what they have published my kids - not to control them, but out of sheer curiosity - the time has made her really late, so much regret the reduced hours of sleep available.

It was our desire, in fact, to get up today with some alacrity to attend Mass in the church of S. Augustine three years ago where we were joined in marriage. The day, meteorologically speaking, was not the best, but responding to the various SMS greetings that arrived in the meantime, we said that was definitely better than it had been the 'September 8, 2007.

After we lingered a few more time wandering through the stalls of the market held every Wednesday morning in the center of Cremona, we finally got into the car in the direction of Piacenza. Honestly, I approached this trip of a few kilometers with reduced enthusiasm at the thought of having to move through the streets of a city, unknown to me, with an umbrella in hand so as not too wet.

And instead, leaving just the hometown of Maria Luisa, we see some glimmer of blue in the right direction we are moving. The road ahead was really little and I did not want to thread on the highway. I proceeded to speed unsure about any limit imposed on municipal movement. At the same time I watched the rearview mirror as not to cause traffic jams and the risk of irritating those who were not around for us as Buontempo and had more in a hurry to get there.

joints near the center, we left the car parked in one of the first places to stock paid by us. Not sorry to take long walks on foot and meet as part of the greater movement of advice that our doctors do both. With curiosity we spotted outside the slaughterhouse cattle, now refurbished and returned to the city, which has made a museum and a university faculty. Thinking about students who attend it to me made a little smile. In some ways the original activity could continue, although now only figuratively.

converging towards the cathedral, we encountered a few derelict buildings made even more decadent for dirt and neglect of boxes and boxes of the market in disarmament had left on the roads. By this time they may not have great business together. Better to put all the goods into the van and go home: it will be for another time.

Sightseeing in reality was only an excuse for us to stay out to dinner and celebrate with possibly a good meal. I admit that it took a bit 'hard work to find a restaurant that did the job, but it was worth it. We have plenty of satisfied and happy. When we went out again to stretch the legs and aid digestion, we have seen that the time was drawing very uncertain at best, enabling us to complete the tour of the center without having to keep open the umbrella and almost hear of trouble between a photograph and more.

And now here we are again at home. "Where to go in the most evil star of your own home?" So often sentenced my mother. Three years ago, after the wedding lunch, we went to visit her at the hospital where he was staying. I do not think she understood very well who were those two in elegant dress that came to visit. Our applause, however, we received the same from all the other old people who sat at the table and chorus, clapping their hands, saying: "Long live the bride and groom."

Dear Mother Celina, dear father Darius. We are here and there we're going all out, but we can say that it is not hard to love one another. Indeed, with your help up there, it's easy.

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Too much can make the mountains

This year we spent our vacation in the mountains to please Alessandra loves to do some walking difficult peak to conquer. Indeed, the weather was not very favorable and therefore the only major excursion was the one that brought us the teeth of Red Earth. E 'Needless to say, my daughter was the first to cross the finish line at an altitude of 2490 meters. Just arrived then seconded his father, mainly because it continued to linger, in lavishing copious snapshots with your trusty compact that always leads to follow.

After the holiday period in Siusi, we moved to Canazei to spend there, in the heart of the Dolomites, the remaining days of vacation. It 'nice to discover that the hotel was booked by Maria Luisa was just in the vicinity of the I have attended now eighteen years ago during my first visit to these places. Alex was only a desire, whereas Andrea already kicking vigorously in that trip a few days when we had also brought with her grandparents Louis and Celina, who used to frequent those places along with my mother's brother.

In one of those evenings we visited the ice rink which was not very far from our housing. On that occasion he had not wanted to wear shoes and I had merely observed the other people who were more daring took to the track to challenge your skills.

This year though, also because of the desire of my daughter, I have held and after dinner we went with barely concealed enthusiasm for sports to the system to slip into happiness. As a boy I had already used the roller skates and in virtue of that, on two occasions during the winter trips with the parish, I had the opportunity to perform with reasonable ease, even on ice. Now before you get on track, I pictured to myself the memory of those youthful experiences and pictures as well to make some bold changes worthy of a skilled skater.

Wonderful imagination! Upon entering the track I realized to stay in balance with difficulty. I had the desire to get out sadly with his tail between his legs. Alessandra, however, showed a safety and a confidence unusual for me, although she, like me, in his third game-sports experience in this activity. We were the first to get on track. After a few minutes you have added a couple of kids, in my opinion, attending elementary school, which proved to have a confidence and an ability to move this to make me believe that they were running back and forth on a green lawn instead of a mirror of ice water.

But I did not give up, despite my first soft fall and early unintended changes in direction due to not fully govern the blades on the ice surface. Insisting a bit ', would come perhaps even elegance in the movement, at least I hope so. Meanwhile, Maria Luisa from the stands it was trying to capture with the camera of our developments.

At one point I do not remember anything. I have only a blurred vision of two huge pools of blood while I'm barely turned around on the ice. Alessandra tell me then I heard a thud and that he turned to me and saw me lying on the ground. As I stood up, was quickly approached me and had repeatedly asked to do so, but I did not answer and continued to stay with the head turned to the frozen surface with his arms fully extended down the side.

After a few moments of real loss, for she always spoke to me and received no answer, for both my wife watched helplessly from the edge of the runway, slowly began to return to me. One of the first sentences handed down to me, almost laughing, it must have been that of the fact that you could not do so bad for a simple skating. Meanwhile, while I was still in a state of general confusion, they arrived promptly called for help from the staff of the sports.

As I climbed into the ambulance I thought that was supposed to cheer Alessandra stay in and by itself, but Maria Luisa would come with me instead of medical service for the first care. Quickly we went down to Pozza di Fassa where I was welcomed, in that Saturday evening, various medical personnel. Color me a doctor anesthetized and applied some stitches for the gash I had made in front and close to the eye, falling over his glasses. These were just a bit wrong ': the titanium frame was really tough, as you would expect from this material. How would the rest of the holiday without the lens of the stock later?

After dressing, I was transferred to hospital in Cavalese because I had to undergo a CT scan to check the next morning. I thought of my daughter alone in a hotel, far from his only parent. After arriving at the hospital and the doctor has completed the first round of tests on the readiness of my reflections, I have passed the phone to my wife to comfort Alex. It was just past midnight. Perhaps he was sleeping. Probably not. If I had heard on the phone, he would calm down and he could rest more peacefully, as in fact he told me later.

Maria Luisa was always beside me, trying to get some sleep 'in a chair that the department has made available. I managed a bit too 'thinking to doze off every now and then to another son who was returning by train from the sea, after a brief holiday spent with his girlfriend and some friends.

I was roommates with a young twenty-seven who had fractured a leg finishing with the bike against a curbstone. Sensing that I wanted to leave as soon as possible to reunite the child left alone in the hotel, invited me to not be in a hurry to avoid having to possibly return later on for a new trouble to the head. He said: "Life is long and one more day in hospital does not change anything." But I am consolidating the growing impression that life is short and time is running away inexorably.

Fortunately for us, though Sundays, late morning led me to do the CT scan control was completely negative. It was to wait up to sixteen hours in the afternoon, when I finally had resigned. When we got back in the hotel room where Alex had moved only for breakfast, skipping lunch, seemed to me to see her vanish in all the tension accumulated.

The rest of the holiday is spent in a minor key for the condition of rest, which I had to obey, and, above all, for the not-too-favorable weather conditions that gave us several days of rain. On http://picasaweb.google.it/romano.scuri I posted some photos taken nearly a thousand among the lasting memories of those days.

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Chapel Dedication Maria Mater Dei, Chitima

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On July 16, 2010 we held the celebration of consecration of the Chapel of Mary Mother of God, presided over by Father Giacomo Palagi - Chief Apostolic Diocese of Tete; concelebrants P. Eusebio Maria Inocencio, P. Joseph Gaffurini, D. Walter Insero, P. Alberto Font. The community of Chitima animated the ceremony, welcoming with great joy the arrival of the image of "small" Great Mother of God Parish from the "twin" of Bridge Milvio - Rome. At the end of the celebration have been blessed foundations and has been placed the first "rock" of a home for girls. Some of the future guests of the Centre were present at the ceremony.


The Secretary of State of the Vatican sent a message of blessing of the Holy Father Benedict XVI, addressed to the Diocese of Tete, Chitima the community and to those who are promoting the project.

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evil Once upon a time in Australia

Today I went out to dinner with Lorenzo, Fabio and two of their colleagues. I forgot to order a decaf coffee and so now I struggle a bit 'to get to sleep. Instead of continuing to turn over in bed to no avail in this warm summer evening, I'd better put the PC and write something that is close to my heart.

Last Sunday we came to eat grandfather Luigi and I made a nice grilled meat. Lately, he tends to eat less, but despite this healthy tendency to be lighter on, I managed to shove into the pot some portion plenty of what he wanted. The affection and also passes through the food, serving more generous amount to my relatives, it seems best to express my love for them.

After washed up, because my father had still want to chat, we settled down in the living room. There was no need to go out on the street in those first sunny afternoon. The air conditioner was going full blast and to prevent too much heat risentissimo, certainly above average for the period.

For my father has always been easy to go back in thought to the years spent working in Australia and remember that this or that incident, even if told for the umpteenth time, does not raise ever bored or disapproval. I can understand how this big slice of life which he spent away from home and family, albeit in the company of many friends neighbors, it has so marked in the years following his return have been the occasion for him on several occasions tell a continuous seamless. Eight years have passed beyond the ocean, when he was in full vigor of youth, must have been full of satisfaction that he derived economic improvement, but also to sacrifice for their hard work in the plantations of bananas and various vegetables, far from parents and especially without a wife beside him.

But he had always said he was firmly convinced of wanting to return home and why not His family had ever done there. He was sure that by attending a local woman, then he would marry her and presumably would have had children and they would definitely put the root in that land which, though friendly and hospitable, he felt as his final destination.

At one point in his narrative, which proceeds more by association of ideas in a systematic way, I wanted to ask him how he had to understand that it was time to return. He said that the favorable time it occurred approximately eight months after his business partner was married. Since that time, while continuing to work together and often share meals with unchanged fraternal friendship that friend's wife prepared for both, frankly dad told them that soon they would have had children and it was right that he did so by and realize his purpose to return.

I asked if we approach the departure date had experienced feelings of nostalgia and regret leaving the vast community of Italian friends, all immigrants like him. "Not at all," he said, adding that he was seized with enthusiasm that will not wait to get there. But the ship that departed from Sydney at the end of 1960 it took almost a month before reaching its destination. He had embarked on its own, but on board had made friends with some sugar cane cutters in Friuli, in fewer years than he had set aside a considerable fortune, and now also returned to their homeland.

I still remember the expression on his face surrounded by these friends happy in some photos taken in Hong Kong or other Asian ports during the various intermediate stages of the long journey home. Dad told me later that one of these airports, perhaps in India, had had to write a postcard to the parents to let them know in advance the expected date of arrival. But come near the Red Sea began to suffer from a terrible toothache. She could not wait to go ashore to submit to the care of a dentist.

Moored in Naples, as the ship was stopped for several hours, it did take a taxi from the most near dentist. After a long stroll through the streets of the city arrived at its destination. The driver asked him if he would have to wait for the return. But my father saw that the place from where it was is no more than three hundred meters from the port, firmly refused the offer, saying that he would return on foot.

thought he was dead of winter and his country would have suffered very cold. Therefore bought for eighteen thousand pounds was a great coat, then in the months after he was borrowed from his cousin to do well at the wedding of a relative.

The journey by sea ended in Genoa. One of the friends on the ship returned to Sweden by the same means. My father and Friuli went by train instead. Initially feared he could not leave during the day because the pass had plenty of snow and maybe the race would have been suppressed or delayed. After a while 'waiting received the announcement that the train would move a foot of snow and then they met along the way did not create any problem.

Once in Milan, they changed in the direction of Brescia, where my father got leave of the others and advising them to invest the money in some productive activity. But they told him they would return the goats to graze as before. Dad left the station were now nine in the evening. He managed to find a taxi that took him from now on in the mountains to his native land. He thought that he could stay in town and stay at some relatives, but had too much eagerness to get home again the same day. Then he began walking again.

Belprato arrived in the village before his beloved Livemmo, he realized, in the faint glow of some streetlight, that there was no snow at that altitude and thus probably would not have found even further. In about an hour my father had already arrived at their destination and the cost of transporting six thousand pounds I am part of a figure so exorbitant, especially when compared to the approximately € then I spent transporting us to the hotel industry, starting known for our trip to Lourdes.

coupling with two suitcases in hand under the house, Dad spoke aloud the name of his family to ask if its there. He was greeted by his mother. His father, however, was the barn with the animals and dad only saw him the next morning. He noticed the curved parent's physical and he seemed older than fifty years he had. My grandfather told him that now that he had returned he would not be sorry even to die.

These are my roots and where I come from the events. The story of this return from Australia I was excited and enthusiastic as they could not do the imaginative stories of dad when he comes upon poisonous snakes, koalas and iguanas.