When we were kids, my brother and I, every now and then we spent a few days with my aunt.
His apartment was located in the center, in alleys, everyone knew there was a sort of country, where adults feel entitled and obliged to "teach" not only their children but also those of other .
We were a bunch of rowdy kids and I was a tomboy: I played canes, cards, petty, and if necessary I was also barrel.
often went to play in the streets or doing those pranks around the narrow streets full of craft shops, fishmongers, besagnini (grocery) with good well exposed, so well exposed that you can make a fruit-fly and run.
pretended to chase shouting "if you catch !!!", but for some reason never got him there.
In Vico San Matteo, just below the central Piazza De Ferrari, there was a stationery store that sold the tires scented; knew of strawberry, vanilla, orange, you would almost want to eat!
The brave "young lady" rubber scent was mandatory in school, if you had not, girls are "good" you looked down with a grimace of disgust and compassion, then, me and my cousin, we decided we needed to have one.
P er we had saved to buy them all week on the snack, ten pounds today, ten tomorrow ... what was missing we had stolen from the purse of my aunt ... and then ... off, en route to the conquest of the object so desired!
accompany all it took. Like a herd of crazed cattle, through the alleys that would lead to stationary, but soon before you come, without saying a word, began to slow down, and silently together, advancing to suspicion and fear.
knew it was around those parts ".... The Old .. Red .. ".
The so called because they always had red cheeks and nose, I do not know if the cold or what they quaff, but overall it seemed ... very red.
The inhabitants of the district avoided even pass by, they made the turn off, and voices "of the country," they said it was the bearer of evil and disease.
as a threat we had heard his name! "Look, if you do not make this call la vecchia rossa!” oppure, quando volevano farci rincasare, si affacciavano dalla finestra urlando: “bambini a casa, di corsa, se no arriva la vecchia rossa!”
Per i bambini del quartiere, quel nome equivaleva a puro terrore! Il più brutto degli incubi!
Comprammo le gomme. Avevamo proprio l’aria soddisfatta. La mia era bianca con fragole disegnate, quella di mia cugina sapeva di limone.
Ad un tratto, proprio appena usciti dal negozio, tra schiamazzi e risate, girammo lo sguardo e…lei era lì, ad un passo da noi. Se ne stava seduta sugli scalini del sagrato della chiesa, con quella faccia rossa come il fuoco che ti faceva pensare the devil.
we turn into pillars of salt.
Suddenly he rose and took his stick, the smallest of the group hid between my legs and whispering Julius said: "If you have to steal? The culprit confessed otherwise we'll all go half. " It 's always been a lion-hearted cousin!
We could not take a step, we were all stuck to each other waiting for something to happen.
Then she, holding firmly to the stick, he walked towards us.
There was a flee, flee general, I tried to move but could not. Maybe it was my little cousin, who pulled me towards the low or maybe it was the fear that I nailed to the tile on the parish where I was.
I stood there, petrified, and watch as, with head bowed, is getting nearer and nearer.
His apartment was located in the center, in alleys, everyone knew there was a sort of country, where adults feel entitled and obliged to "teach" not only their children but also those of other .
We were a bunch of rowdy kids and I was a tomboy: I played canes, cards, petty, and if necessary I was also barrel.
often went to play in the streets or doing those pranks around the narrow streets full of craft shops, fishmongers, besagnini (grocery) with good well exposed, so well exposed that you can make a fruit-fly and run.
pretended to chase shouting "if you catch !!!", but for some reason never got him there.
In Vico San Matteo, just below the central Piazza De Ferrari, there was a stationery store that sold the tires scented; knew of strawberry, vanilla, orange, you would almost want to eat!
The brave "young lady" rubber scent was mandatory in school, if you had not, girls are "good" you looked down with a grimace of disgust and compassion, then, me and my cousin, we decided we needed to have one.
P er we had saved to buy them all week on the snack, ten pounds today, ten tomorrow ... what was missing we had stolen from the purse of my aunt ... and then ... off, en route to the conquest of the object so desired!
accompany all it took. Like a herd of crazed cattle, through the alleys that would lead to stationary, but soon before you come, without saying a word, began to slow down, and silently together, advancing to suspicion and fear.
knew it was around those parts ".... The Old .. Red .. ".
The so called because they always had red cheeks and nose, I do not know if the cold or what they quaff, but overall it seemed ... very red.
The inhabitants of the district avoided even pass by, they made the turn off, and voices "of the country," they said it was the bearer of evil and disease.
as a threat we had heard his name! "Look, if you do not make this call la vecchia rossa!” oppure, quando volevano farci rincasare, si affacciavano dalla finestra urlando: “bambini a casa, di corsa, se no arriva la vecchia rossa!”
Per i bambini del quartiere, quel nome equivaleva a puro terrore! Il più brutto degli incubi!
Comprammo le gomme. Avevamo proprio l’aria soddisfatta. La mia era bianca con fragole disegnate, quella di mia cugina sapeva di limone.
Ad un tratto, proprio appena usciti dal negozio, tra schiamazzi e risate, girammo lo sguardo e…lei era lì, ad un passo da noi. Se ne stava seduta sugli scalini del sagrato della chiesa, con quella faccia rossa come il fuoco che ti faceva pensare the devil.
we turn into pillars of salt.
Suddenly he rose and took his stick, the smallest of the group hid between my legs and whispering Julius said: "If you have to steal? The culprit confessed otherwise we'll all go half. " It 's always been a lion-hearted cousin!
We could not take a step, we were all stuck to each other waiting for something to happen.
Then she, holding firmly to the stick, he walked towards us.
There was a flee, flee general, I tried to move but could not. Maybe it was my little cousin, who pulled me towards the low or maybe it was the fear that I nailed to the tile on the parish where I was.
I stood there, petrified, and watch as, with head bowed, is getting nearer and nearer.
Then he looked up and smiled.
was at that moment I saw his eyes. I remember that I seemed sad and certainly much more good than others, and family, I was obliged to cross daily.
go by, with course tired, shaky, his clothes were dirty and patched, her gray hair all disheveled, poor thing was really ugly, but his eyes ....
Some years passed from that episode, and one evening we were at my aunt's house to talk about the pranks we did as children, and my cousin we remembered the incident and told us the story of this woman.
was an elementary school teacher. In one incident she had lost her husband and children. Perhaps in that way is self-punishing or had gone crazy, go figure, but it certainly was far from the "wicked witch" of which some feared and avoided altogether.
some reason, to gain respect, some parents have to scare the children!
They make them grow up with unhealthy fears that are sometimes rooted like a vine. A bit 'as they try to make the media today, trying to affect, more or less subtle, our thoughts and consequently our actions.
They attempt to inhibit our critical consciousness.
was at that moment I saw his eyes. I remember that I seemed sad and certainly much more good than others, and family, I was obliged to cross daily.
go by, with course tired, shaky, his clothes were dirty and patched, her gray hair all disheveled, poor thing was really ugly, but his eyes ....
Some years passed from that episode, and one evening we were at my aunt's house to talk about the pranks we did as children, and my cousin we remembered the incident and told us the story of this woman.
was an elementary school teacher. In one incident she had lost her husband and children. Perhaps in that way is self-punishing or had gone crazy, go figure, but it certainly was far from the "wicked witch" of which some feared and avoided altogether.
some reason, to gain respect, some parents have to scare the children!
They make them grow up with unhealthy fears that are sometimes rooted like a vine. A bit 'as they try to make the media today, trying to affect, more or less subtle, our thoughts and consequently our actions.
They attempt to inhibit our critical consciousness.
"I thought of everything ... the only thing that I did not think ... is that a person could simply be"
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