Years later, Tomassino are disillusioned and saw that beautiful girls of his people, and those of Area, also chose the handsome young men or those who could keep them and give them good life with its assets and for him, ugly and poor as he was, was the only alternative, one of the girls less attractive place. But not seem to care, it was his character Concetta so affectionate and friendly as his own and he lavished all the attention and pleasure that a man of his condition could be desired.
When the teacher told them of the Romans of old, wearing the robed, they also reported that there had been two cities near rich and opulent and ominous day a volcano, "whose figure now appeared before them majestically silhouetted against the sky pink and gold, he had swallowed, the was buried, buried alive under a cloud of incandescent lava and debris, and all those who had perished in a horrific and cruel without anything or anyone could save them from certain death.
The eloquent words of the master struck the mind Tomassino childish and fragile child and since then experienced a strange sense of helplessness, anger even when merely glimpsed the outline of Vesuvius, whose vision became ubiquitous throughout the Bay , it was for him an image quasi demonic, evil, evil ...
ached those killed in the ancient Pompeii and Herculaneum and Stabiae Oplontis or both as those of San Sebastiano al Vesuvio, Massa di Somma and San Giorgio in Cremano, where he had lost acquaintances, friends and distant relatives. Grieved by those people of ancient times as if they were their grandparents or uncles, as if they had known, and could not but regret and fear the forces of nature as well as those of evil.
Despite the hapless memories and concerns that mountain, everlastingly bordered by the nimbus, bring him to mind, Tomassino was restored immediately, with the ingenuity of the minds own candid and simple. While not totally illiterate, wrote and read with difficulty, having occupied much of his childhood to help his father and older siblings work in the fields and fisheries, and if not, lay beside her "mamma", devoted to the culinary chores.
Pedalada after pedaling, had already reached the city, at the same time as usual, as if something Tomassino boasted, was his extreme punctuality. Naples stood proud of its glorious past, arrogant and indifferent to the decay and deterioration caused by the gradual abandonment and war that not long ago had been fought in its streets.
still turning a corner seemed to resonate the echo of heels greeting the Germans or the tune of a fascist military march. Even at dusk, they emerge from the shadows the ghosts of soldiers and officers, now boasting uniform of brown and scarlet armbands, embossed with black swastikas albuginea inscribed in circles, now dressed in black and adorned with white skulls, is greeted by a Roman Duce that the worms had already eaten. And they seemed to also be heard on stormy nights in the distance, like a hopeful dream, the cannon with which British and American announced their arrival. All this, all that confusing horror had happened just a few years before, however the indelible mark, leaving destruction and misery, was rooted in a sustainable manner in the minds of the locals, seared in their flesh and carved stones of its buildings: small and large Butron that time had not yet been healed.
CONTINUED ...
Paint: Eruption of Vesuvius ", Giuseppe De Nittis (1846-1884).
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