Today usual year-end rise to the Sacro Monte of Varese. It is a place I like, and I still think that if their fate prevent me from leaving this country, entrenched in the village of Santa Maria del Monte may be the least painful way to survive. Certainly the view of anemia lake is far from relaxing. It is rather to silence me well. What I want is a place of peace, in short, without strict rhythm without the presence unwelcome.
Today, all sources were active along the sacred way, the ice only resisted in some places overlooked by the sun. The sky was perfect and the main lightning del Campo dei Fiori, unusual art nouveau castle, offered its steeples glittering in the sun. On the terrace in front of the village choir performs a repertoire of songs in the typical mountain. Despite the pots of mulled wine and generous embrace of the sun, the ice on the terrace has not consented to the slightest dissolution.
After a refreshing coffee, agile down in a city where we did stop at the usual pizzeria. There we stumbled on an Albanian wedding. Lord in cream-colored boots, men in dark suits and white shirts from the hills above the enlarged waistcoats; few ties, on the other hand many cigarettes still intact lying comfortably on the ear like a pencil the grocer of my childhood. Arabian music unmistakably supported by the Balkan brass. Pace of the Northern League, we found it very amusing.
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