Again, in this 2010, Riccione snow up in the sea.
In this respect, I never had those feelings of joyful wonder that many feel the first snowfall.
(See the quote from the movie Amarcord YouTube below).
let alone when, years ago, I found myself forget the letters in a drawer military (Armiro 1942) Uncle Aldo, my mother's brother. One who along with many other young people were sent to Russia by the advent of Mussolini's decision, hoping to earn credits at the table of the peace conference, alongside Hitler now winner of the blitzkrieg. Instead, the General Winter as he had against Napoleon's troops, took the poor and their Italian Alpine one hundred thousand tins of ice.
I never knew Uncle Aldo, if not in the old family photos and stories of Christmas vigils (no TV) my grandparents, his parents. Who, in the absence of any news, we insist on seeing dispersed even many years after the end of the war.
From these stories I have also learned that my grandfather had made for his son's military a pair of spiked boots, a model that later, as a kid, I had the opportunity to experiment with a copy, personally.
nailing was very useful to march in mud and snow, but the low temperature transmitted to the foot through thick wool socks, with a very unpleasant and dangerous effects.
From those times I hate the snow, all snow, even the Swiss, it is a deep imprint child can not be canceled, either by genetic engineering or by stem cell transplantation.
some call this strange feeling like "La forza del destino."
Pines of Riccione, if they could speak, would have the same opinion.
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