MY MATESE
Matese My experience is rooted in my childhood, when he was still searching in the snow that exotic that is seen only on television. Many Neapolitan families, like mine, they saw in those places, still intact and within reach, something untouched but not only in terms of nature but also from the human side. They will receive gifts and elsewhere that otherwise would be interpreted differently, with suspicion, with malice.
This was however the most beautiful gift that the Matese, my Matese, the slope of the Campano has given me, the human value, respect, listening, and if not friendship, that innate sympathy that drives these people to open up the mountain to the next without any hesitation. A smile and a greeting, like the dear Silverio, pastor of Secine, which refers you to the next meeting, where who knows maybe we'll understand better and we will be closer.
In 1983, after years of hit and run, my family decided to invest his savings in mass, to find an alternative venue to the chaotic and frustrating city \u200b\u200blife. We bought as many, a raw restructured and that when it can still live, we try to absorb those feelings that only these authentic places can give us and know that redeem us from a hard working week.
not always those who came here but has earned the friendship of those who live there and always shall be to establish a friendly coexistence, because often it has come here with the arrogance of those who knows a lot and he believed to find in these parts of the uneducated, ready to be exploited or taken for a ride. I remembered the words of love Stolu artist lived from the face, dall'impenetrabile cortex. A man who despite his ups and downs, regardless of the disappointment that the next cast, who persists in believing in the stands before. A little 'everywhere, I find his sculptures, the Matese as in Naples, took a little money or "then I will pay you," but he can not be different from what is in his mind, a good person after all who wants to communicate and does it with his art, spontaneous and direct as the Matese.
My best memory I've got to Aldo, which no longer exists. Gone much too soon and that despite everything he wanted to leave something that marked its passage in this harsh land, and who, like him guarding priceless treasures. A Letino there is a square used as a lookout point and meeting place, a plaque welcomes visitors here and remember all those who with Aldo, the very strongly wanted.
often before you get home I stop at the bar to greet Concetta, Aldo's mother, Juno, lady of the past that always greets me with a smile, a smile at times bitter but valuable asset by Trickle who reminds her of her son. The Bar "Che Guevara", where before I meet with pleasure with Aldo were discussing football and one of the most bitter rivalries of the past years, that between Naples and Milan, of which he was a great fan, and you bet pennants and joking, however, because for us it was just a football game. I once asked him why so much as to his bar, he told me that one day passed by an old Neapolitan who told him about his adventure in the Sierra Maestra in the wake of Ernesto Guevara de la Serna. It drew inspiration not sorry and not alien in the revolutionary spirit of those mountains, so baptized him. Hello Aldo!
Another fond memory goes to Charles and Julia who introduced me to a more aware of the mountain, thanks to them I was able to interpret the ancient history of these places and understand that the whole, that set of perfect human and natural environment, could not be separated and that he and his office continued to date enhances the essence. Julia approached me to a nature that hitherto could only admire but without recognizing, Carlo has done and continues to make me a hiker careful and aware. Then come all the other comrades in adventure, cigars and drinking, friends of the future.
Today, quite mature, father and husband to bear, teacher and journalist so happy to be afforested in the grass, I continue to attend these mountains I feel more and more my own, I try to do it in a responsible manner, looking to instill in my son the same passion that drives me there consistently. It is not easy, the distractions of this world are many and sirens as well, but I try. After all you never know, the important thing is to plant because you know the Matese, the flowers are beautiful when they grow up.
photos and texts are Teodonno Cyrus, in the eventual use, please mention the author.
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