domenica 20 dicembre 2015

ACQUAVERDE 18



ACQUAVERDE 18
La storia che volevo raccontarti
DI  SALVATORE GIUSEPPE POMARA

ILRACCONTO DELLA DOMENICA

 



     Non c’era torta né candeline da spegnere, ma sarebbe stato ugualmente un giorno speciale. Era, infatti, il compleanno di Pepo. All’alba, assieme a uno dei suoi amici, si sarebbe dovuto recare al Santuario della Madonna della Pietra. Era la prima volta che prendeva il treno da solo ed era euforico. La vigilia aspettava con ansia che arrivasse l’indomani. La madre aveva preparato le frittelle e le polpette, che avrebbe mangiato assieme agli altri, sotto gli alberi dietro l’eremo. Quel treno Pepo non lo prese mai e la gita rimase un sogno. Quel giorno accadde qualcosa che scombussolò i suoi piani e s’impresse nella sua memoria, al punto che, negli anni a venire, non ci fu compleanno che non si ricordasse di quel viaggio mancato.
La mafia di Vallerosa aveva colpito, in maniera spettacolare, Loisio, suo padre, che aveva avuto l’ardire di metterne in dubbio la supremazia. Fu la risposta a quanto era successo a Macchia di Lupo «Loisio, Loisio!» lo svegliò Lorena, la moglie.


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There were no cake or candles to blow out, but it would still have been a very special day: In fact, it was Pepo’s birthday. At dawn, he was supposed to go to the Sanctuary of Our Lady Della Pietra with one of his friends. It was the first time he had permission to get on the train by himself, and he was waiting anxiously for the next day to come. His mother had prepared pancakes and meatballs that he would have eaten with the others under the trees around the hermitage.But he did not take that train and the outing became nothing more than a dream. In fact, that night, had happened something that distressed his life and made him become a man ahead of his time.  The mafia of Vallerosa had hit Loisio Ginestra, his father, who had dared to doubt their supremacy, in a dramatic way. It was their answer to what had happened at Macchia di lupo. In the years to come, there was no birthday that Pepo did not remember that failed trip. Loisio was told before dawn of what had happened, and he rushed to the grounds where, three hundred meters from the last house, the sheep were kept in their corral. "Loisio, Loisio!" Lorena, his wife, woke him up.

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