[riceviamo e pubblichiamo con gioia, in questa giornata speciale, la cicatrice di Roberta Ragona , meglio conosciuta come tostoini; potete accompagnare la lettura con un piatto di quei gnocchetti sardi suggeriti proprio ieri dal Fiorveluti]
( Location )
plant the left foot.
( Cause )
"What's that you have on the sole of the foot, a mole?"
"No. It's a scar."
To give shape to the days of the week, in summer, one thing is watering.
Water must of necessity because in the summer, in Sardinia, makes a lot of heat. Watered with well water, however, that the drinking water is rationed, because of water, in Sardinia, in the summer - you know - there is little.
watered every other day and one not. In the summers of my childhood there was a lot of water: Water from In and Peter, by Ennio and Antoinette and water to our house when we were in Arzana, Marsala or Lumezzane.
My house and that of Ennio and Antoinette had a lot of points in common. Both are large enough to accommodate families with a fair number of members, both full of interesting rooms, nooks and crevices. Both built in a neighborhood in the booming construction of what would become leafy suburban districts of small houses with gardens, but in my childhood were rather one extended work in progress that I've got most of my scars. Both had a huge garden filled with animals. In my dogs were missing, which abound by Ennio and Antoinette. Of this huge
garden only a small proportion was ornamental. Most of the space was occupied by a large untidy garden. At home, at home and Ennio Antoinette, where the vegetables ended there, near the border fence, a no man's land began to grow up a little hill, storage of construction materials of various kinds, lumber, bricks, blocks and bags of cement. Why not only the district but also our homes at the time were a work in progress evolving.
The hill of my house was a mysterious object, the home of a colony of cats Forastiere and unapproachable, dangerously close to a long bougainvillea thorns like daggers. That
home of Antoinette and Ennio however, was there, accessible. Ready for exploration. While dad
watered, I was giving rise to the mountain climbing - News Tenzing - beams, pallets, pruned branches and half-drawers. I do not know how much time had passed since we came to when my father called me because it was getting dark, and water had finished it was time to go home. I know I was on top of the hill and I wore those shoes called gummy skeletons are typical of childhood in the early '80s.
What I remember is that I jumped down from the hill, which was not high. At the foot of the hill, a beam. In the middle of the beam, a nail masonry several inches long.
What I remember is that I went to my father with the pace a bit 'awkward when divers are about to enter the water, or a skier while standing still. Only that skiing was the beam was attached to my feet and not by special attacks, but a nail masonry several inches long that ran through my foot from side to side.
( Consequences )
Another thing I remember from my childhood is that I did tetanus every year.
of Roberta Ragona "tostoini"
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