Castelvetere sul Calore è un piccolo borgo a circa 20 km da Avellino, in quella bellissima zona storico-geografica dell'Italia meridionale che si chiama Irpinia. Deve il suo nome al fatto che il borgo vecchio si sviluppa, come molti paesi di questa zona, attorno al Castello di origine longobarda ("castrum" e "vetus"=Castello-Vecchio). Oggi l'ho visitato perché si tiene ogni 28 Aprile una Festa del Miracolo: la leggenda narra infatti che in questo giorno la Madonna delle Grazie (che cade il 2 Luglio) apparve ad alcuni giovani, e fece nevicare nel luogo dove volle una sua dimora. Nel centro del Paese quindi vi è la piccola e graziosa Chiesa della Madonna delle Grazie
Da cui esce in processione una meravigliosa statua
Fin qui niente di unico, per quanto bello. Ma la Festa del Miracolo ha due caratteristiche uniche. Nella cappella di San Lorenzo infatti, l'altare principale è ricoperto di "tortani", una sorta di biscotto salato
Che le donne del paese preparano nei giorni precedenti la Festa in quantità incredibili: circa 30 mila pezzi. E questi Tortani verranno distribuiti da delle particolari "spensatrici", giovani ragazze del paese che partecipano alla processione così
Sfilando portando addosso centinaia di catenine, anelli e bracciali d'oro, che gli abitanti del borgo, di quelli limitrofi o nativi del luogo ma residenti fuori consegnano ad un gruppo di sagge che li identificano con un targhettino cucito per ognuna delle donazioni. Ogni oro viene poi riconsegnato ai proprietari dopo il rito.
Le sponsatrici si chiamano così perché distribuiscono oggi il tortano, domani invece lo porteranno nelle campagne limitrofe donandolo ai cittadini
"Sono le forme rituali che, come la cortesia, rendono possibile non solo un bel rapporto interpersonale, ma anche un bel rapporto delicato con le cose. Nel quadro rituale, le cose non vengono consumate o spese, bensí usate – cosí possono anche invecchiare".
Può essere coperto e nuvoloso, piovere, grandinare, nevicare e tirare vento, un vento così forte che ti trascina via fino a farti sentire piccolo, inutile e insignificante ma, mentre cerchi di aggrapparti a tutto ciò che ti circonda, ricorda che sopra le nubi, sopra il nero e il buio il sole esiste sempre, un sole caldo, un sole amico, un sole prezioso...e quando scrivi..pubblichi o lo invii ad una persona..la sensazione più bella è questa..La risposta più bella ad un messaggio è l'attesa, mentre l'altra persona si affanna a cercare un faccino che non è nemmeno lontanamente paragonabile al sorriso che gli hai fatto dipingere sul viso...essere sempre un motivo per sorridere..
literally just Copia and his daughters in the snow. That’s it. Just that.
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The snow had started earlier the previous night. What were light flurries had soon turned to fat snowflakes that quickly accumulated into several inches (then maybe a foot?). He wasn’t entirely sure how much there was, just that there was a lot.
Copia had known it was only a matter of time before his two young daughters awoke and came bursting through his office door. They were at that age where everything was something new to learn about. It was honestly refreshing to be around, compared to the common everyday life of the ministry. He smiles as he signs off on a paper, remembering the first time he had introduced his eldest to his many pet rats. She had talked for hours about how they should spruce up their cages to make them feel like they’re royalty. About what foods she planned to steal from the kitchens to give to them as treats. Where she planned to take them on adventures with her. Any other person would no doubt become exhausted after having to listen to this for hours, but not Copia. The whole while she spoke he had worn the goofiest grin, happy to have someone be as enthusiastic about his rats as himself.
As if on cue, two small figures shove the door open and make their way inside. “Papa! Papa!” Athaliah, the elder of the two rushes forward to fling herself at Copia. “Nevicare! Nevicare!” Her small form is practically vibrating as she clasps to his frilled sleeve.
“Si.” Copia laughs as he lays his pen down near his inkwell and scoops her up to sit on his lap. “A lot of snow by the looks of it.” He smooths a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“Sn-ow.” Accalia, the youngest, toddles in after having been abandoned by her sister in the doorway.
Copia reaches out his free arm as she stumbles forward, snatching her before she can fall. He maneuvers both of them so there’s a child on each knee (Satan forbid one have an inch more than the other. He’d learned that the hard way.). “Si, snow.” Accalia, unlike her sister, had yet to properly grasp a hold on either English or Italian.
“Outside. Outside. Possiamo uscire?!” The eldest yanks particularly hard on his sleeve. “I want to go outside!”
Accalia, oblivious to her sister’s demands, busies herself trying to stick a stubby finger in the inkwell. Copia twirls his chair ever so slightly so it’s out of reach. He really doesn’t feel like cleaning up ink today. “Go outside? No.” He jests as he tries to hide his smile. “I don’t think you want to go outside.”
“Si! I do! I do!” She wraps her tiny arms around his neck, pulling herself as close as possible to him. “Please Papa. Please.” Her small hands grasp his face to make him look at her, her expression one of an abused puppy. Accalia settles for gnawing on Copia’s pen.
“Well,” he gently pulls the pen from her grip, placing it further up the desk. It earns him an angry wail. “I’m afraid I have too much work.” He mocks, sticking his bottom lip out. “Sister Imperator is trying to kill your Papa with paperwork!” Copia adds in a dramatic voice, bringing a hand to his forehead in mock exasperation.
“Papa.” She groans, clearly not finding it funny. Which is a shame because Copia thinks it’s one of his best performances. Everyone’s a critic.
A sharp tug on his scarf grabs his attention. “Ai!” She shoots him an apologetic look but also somehow one of irritation at the same time. “Alright. Alright. I guess I can take a quick break.” He smiles, keeping up the charade. “I would hate to disappoint Il mio bambine!” An excited squeal is his own response.
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After what felt like an eternity, and probably very much was close to an hour if he’s being honest, Copia and his daughters finally make their way outside. It’s not entirely his fault though. Copia just wants to ensure that both are bundled up correctly and won’t get sick. He’d hate himself if he let that happen.
Both of his much larger hands hold onto the smaller ones to ensure that there’s no mishaps and falls.
Excited squeals fill the air around him as Athaliah breaks free and runs forward into the deep snow. “Fa freddo!” She giggles, wasting no time grabbing a handful of the snow.
Copia grins as he hoists Accalia up onto his hip. Unlike her sister, the snow seems to not be a hit with her. He can’t really blame her. The cold isn’t really his friend either. They keep this up for several minutes before eventually he places the younger back on the ground so he can properly show them both how to make a snowball.
The two of them then spend the next while trying to make snowballs of their own and to be frank, they’re all terrible. They wouldn’t last for a single throw, but Copia doesn’t really care. They’re having fun and enjoying each other. That’s all that really matters.
Eventually he rounds the two of them up and herds them inside. He gains some resistance from Accalia who seems to have suddenly grown to love the snow. But none from her sister who’s clearly tired herself out.
The trio make their way back inside and Copia ensures that each child is out of wet clothes and in nice dry ones. Only once he’s sure they’re taken care of does he peel off his own wet clothes and settle for his favorite track suit.
Once everyone is taken care of, he brings in two mugs of hot chocolate (ensuring that they aren’t hot enough to burn but warm enough to serve their purpose). Copia settles himself on the couch, Athaliah leaning against his left side, covered in the largest blanket Copia thinks he’s ever seen, as she sips at her own mug. Accalia sits on his lap while he gently tries to offer assistance with their shared mug. It doesn’t go as planned. He still ends up covered in hot chocolate but he doesn’t care.
They sit like this for a while before he notices Athaliah has fallen asleep against his arm. Copia slips the mug from her hand, placing it on the end table along with his own mug that had been placed over there long since the youngest drifted to sleep. He positions himself so he has an arm around each child and sighs contentedly. I should miss work more often.
È di nuovo quel periodo in cui le previsioni e il meteo si prendono gioco dei miei sentimenti dicendo che potrebbe nevicare, inizio a crederci, controllo fuori dalla finestra ogni cinque minuti ma invece tutto quello che ricevo sono freddo e acqua. Ci vedo una possibile metafora della mia vita ma adesso non ho voglia di pensarci.
GOOD AFTERNOON PASSENGERS, this is an annoucement for flight AA118 to NEW YORK CITY. this is a boarding call for the following passenger(s): SEBASTIAN JAMES CALTHORPE, ISLA ALTHEA FLORES, VITORIA ARLETTE OLIVEIRA, NOELLE ANNE NEVICARE, ALEXANDER LUCA ORTEGA, DAMON JAEHYUN PARK, NARISA FAH NARONG, AURELIA GRACIE DE LA ROSA. please proceed to gate 42A immediately. please have your boarding pass and identification ready. the captains will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately 24 hours time. thank you.
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Forse hai accettato l'amore che credevi di meritare. Nella tua vita non ti sei mai accontentata, mai. Non hai mai riempito dei vuoti con chiunque, non hai mai dovuto farlo soprattutto. Non hai mai dovuto ostentare sulla tua esistenza solo per far capire che c'eri anche tu e non reputarti un fantasma come sempre nelle vite delle altre persone. La tua sete di esistere è sempre stata immensa, tanto da essere sentita solo da cuori puri. Adesso quasi preghi che tutto non venga messo in ridicolo da freddezze e circostanze come certa gente è ormai abituata. Cerchi in qualche modo di custodire, di proteggere il tuo purché non venga più intaccato e toccato, perché di spiegare non ti interessa più. Adesso quasi preghi che possa venire a nevicare sul tuo cuore da un momento all'altro, che il vento possa andare nella giusta direzione perché tu non sai più ed intanto vai. E quasi preghi, ragazza, che la luce nei tuoi occhi ritorni più forte di prima. Non hai mai ignorato niente e adesso ti ritrovi a farlo per salvaguardarti da chi ancora non è fatto per te, da chi ancora non ti ascolta e sei stanca di questa lista lunghissima. Perché a questo amore mancano i fiori da seminare e raccogliere, carezze e vicinanza. Ed ancora freddezza e circostanza hanno la meglio. E mi duole dirti che forse hai accettato l'amore che credevi di meritare.