Once Upon a Time in Sellia ......
C 'was once an old man that he would sit (especially during the long hot summer afternoons) in the square under "racket" with the stick in his hands (made in an artisanal way, in fact too small-scale) observed our games that never ended despite the heat, quicksilver had him, I almost did not even saw, engaged in various inseguimenti.Avevo about 10 years has always nurtured a strong respect for the elders of the place but had not yet discovered, understood the potential of their stories, their memory, one day more than usual sweaty and flushed, I sat in the cool shadow "du caciaru" expected the Sudur disappear a little, the shirt was a stock and if I would go home in those conditions Mom gave me "u Restu" so we waited there was later than usual, the old man who was sitting not far from me told me if I helped bring him nu panaru a bit 'of fresh cerasa that his son had brought him. It was late, my mom definitely would "cazzottiatu" even if I would come home fresh as a daisy, but I did not want to say no so aware of the beating that I got along with him ........... ........ continues 
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