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L'Università terremotata

way we were

As we

On April 6, 2009 we have unfortunately become all earthquake victims, even University.

the locations of the many were unusable 9 Faculty: Arts and Humanities (Old Town), Economics (Roio), Engineering (Roio), part of Education and Sports Science (Old Town). The other reported damage repairable: Medicine and Surgery (Mature), Science mm. ff. nn. (Mature), Biotechnology (COPPA). The registered office of the Rector and, shredded (Old Town). 55 students victims of the earthquake, many employees have had losses, all employees displaced.

At 6 months after the earthquake, October 19, 2009, reopens the academic year for all faculties, in L'Aquila.

All this has not been painless. In thanking those who worked ec'ha still believed, I look back a few milestones.

all remember that in May, some degree moved to validate the semester and teaching was delivered with great difficulty, out from Aquila. There began the first obvious political pressures that pushed the University fully or partially transferred.

The Senate unanimously approved to stay in the city, beginning to focus on the possibility of having large temporary venues and appropriate. They talked long and required a part of the School of the Guardia di Finanza: The request was rejected. Yes fought to have the ex-Reiss-Romoli School and after a long negotiation to be obtained. But it was not enough. So a special committee decided that it was necessary to rent a property and there being no public available, you go through various options private. The cheapest were neither more nor less than empty warehouses, to be equipped with completely unrealistic cost and time. The people who took it upon themselves to do this, we were many, mostly belonging to the Academic Senate. After a long wandering, they met the ex-Optimes, certainly big enough to house the School still without a seat (Engineering and Sciences) and in good condition compared to structures. Then also began the labor of the Faculty of Arts which promised heaven and earth, but nothing concrete came. Everyone will remember the sit-in launched June 11 by the Dean of the Faculty of Humanities who denounced the "teasing" about the arrangement of its faculty. They were very hard days, in which the University under various pressures, she found herself alone to look for locations and subject to the claims, very expensive, the owners of the buildings. Being a public institution the University requested the opinion of the territory, at that time burdened by various problems due to the expropriation of land for the CASE project, then entered into the contract and sent to the Agency's request for an opinion.

After a year and a half comes to the opinion: the price charged by the owner and paid by the University is exaggerated and we'll see how it will with Bazzano. The University is obliged to terminate the lease.

I wish the Land Agency would also look at the rents they pay the Aquila and students for their homes. I would like this "bubble" exploded and understood the responsibilities of such a widespread unlikely situation in which, cornered by a lack of accommodation and facilities, all we had to adapt, by necessity.

I would also like to know what the words mean "L'Aquila University on its tip," or "The University, the engine of the city," said right from administrators who did not aid or the permanence of the University in the city. Do not waste that hour not a word, not only to solve the absurd situation that has arisen, but not to point the finger at those who, for 22 months, feel free to ask exorbitant prices.

A pact on territory that does not exist or there may be bypassed.

And this also is L'Aquila.

and I am Aquilana defend our University.

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Riaprire la città

just emerged from a day of anger, helplessness, sadness, I want to think about something concrete.

On 14 February last year, 300 people in front of the barriers that separate them from the city, they felt a magnetic force which did not oppose and returned to town.

Today that share I miss, I do not know where to look.

While this morning I was wandering alone among the snowy streets of the abandoned town, I realized that I can trovarlo lì quello spirito. Che non è solo indignazione, sgomento, mancanza o se vogliamo pazzia, è ancora una volta magnetismo, un’attrazione che tutti proviamo e dobbiamo condividere.

Sarà lunga, ora lo sappiamo. La ricostruzione materiale, economica, sociale, in altre parole, la nostra città non la vedremo dall’oggi al domani. Assieme alle giuste manifestazioni tese ad accendere l’attenzione sulla nostra città abbandonata, a richiedere i nostri diritti, a denunciare le mancanze (a tutti i livelli), noi cittadini abbiamo bisogno di sentirci tali. Di far sentire, a quella piccola parte riaperta, che non ci accontentiamo di girare attorno a case puntellate, giardini incolti, immondizia of any kind, waiting for something. A spell that will not wait to review all the other lanes.

And then, as we have time to organize, rivediamoci, ALL, Sunday, Feb. 13, to San Bernardino. It will take brooms, gloves, rakes it to become better and we can arrange something. The niche, non-shored, are dirty, full of various writings. Is there anyone who tells us that "paint" we used to cover them? And how do you remove the inscriptions from the stones? Then some architect could show us the colors for belittling beautiful and new. On either side of the stairs, we could write a system to small gardens.

collect money for everything and, finally, in March to organize a reunion with good music, food, speeches, requests and projects.

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Tutti contro tutti.

The snow I like it so much. Even more so after a difficult week. In a sense, the snow hides. After a bad night, this morning, early, I went to the center, at the precise moment when the snow seemed stronger. And I walked in the alleys of the city.

The silence seemed to me sad, after so many useless words of the last seven days. Da Costa Masciarelli felt, wadding, the fake bells of the Holy Souls. A Square of the Sun, only the water of the fountain. I was sorry to leave footprints in the snow, it was so beautiful. It seemed to me more beautiful, more ugly I felt.

to waste words every time, every time to defend positions, to think and rethink what just to say, to never strive to understand where we went wrong, if we are reduced to insult, to defend ourselves from press releases, to think that this frame in which we live is exportable. And the sense of failure I was tangled. I thought it was right to think of me, and that's it. Finally go on a diet, because the excuse of the earthquake does not hold anymore. Finally put an end to schierami, to say what I think, to take positions even inconvenient enough. And the more I distanced myself from my footprints in the snow, I was more evil. The more I thought about the frozen grass at the edges of the alleys, the more my stomach writhed. And I kept thinking how it was possible not to hear the call of those streets, it was possible to stay calm and get up in the morning just to write, again, that the work of others is and has been useless, manipulated. And we're crazy, dirty, in bad faith and not worthy of expressing different opinions. So for everything, everywhere.

all against all.

I felt so bad that I deleted all photos from this morning, L'Aquila because it deserves much more. It I only one, is the Square of the Sun

I'll do most anything that is not actually working for the city, directly or indirectly. Work hard. Beginning with the cleanliness of streets available. I will. And I hope that at least the city, the silent, ruined, abandoned, will make me feel better. Why do people at the moment, are pursuing a unico obiettivo: far sentire gli altri inadatti, sporchi, approfittatori, con una superficialità non degna di un popolo terremotato.

In centro vi assicuro, si respira aria pulita.

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this dish has Swiss roots and is very tasty .. fast to make and delicious to be enjoyed in many variations =)!
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basic ingredients for two people:
4 medium potatoes (good ones)
salt pepper

butter for greasing the pan as needed

so you can taste it or add to your taste: bacon, bacon, onion, rosemary or whatever your imagination suggests! =) I

I made a simple one with bacon and rosemary! both exceptional! =)

washed and peeled the potatoes, then grate with this grater you have big holes in the picture ....


put the grated potato in a tea towel, close the flaps to bundle and squeeze to release as much water as possible in vegetation. now transferred it into a beautiful bowl and add salt and pepper, stir bene.se do you want to add other ingredients ora!
mettete su fuoco medio una padella antiaderente con una nocciola di burro, appena questa si sarà sciolta versate dentro le patate e schiacciatele bene con una paletta per rendere la superficie omogenea(dev'essere alta circa 1 cm).
dovete cuocerla per circa 8/ 10 minuti per lato...deve diventare bello dorato scuro...



e poi mettete un'altra nocciola di burro e giratela dall'altro lato...(per girarla aiutatevi con un piatto piano o un coperchio)



dopo una decina di minuti il vostro rosti sarà bello dorato e cotto!!

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Libertà

Voglio essere positiva.

La foto che vedete è il centro storico dell’Aquila. Il perimetro rosso indica le zone inaccessibili, il resto è percorribile, ma abbandonato, pur se messo in sicurezza: per un totale di 160 ettari.

Cosa c’è di positivo? Nulla, se non il fatto che posso mostrarla, con orgoglio: quella è la mia città.

Quando torno da Roma, di sera, dopo l’ultima galleria, appaiono un mare di luci, alcune nuove, altre vecchie. E in mezzo il buio. 160 ettari di buio.

Stasera percorrendo una strada dalla quale si vede il mio condominio, mi sono sentita mancare. Il mio quartiere è più o meno illuminato; al centro di quella immagine, un buco nero: i miei palazzi.

Sono sicura che se riusciamo a desiderare fortemente , tutti, la nostra casa, i nostri luoghi, le nostre luci, possiamo farcela.

Che si tratti di urlare,   di capire, di pretendere, di manifestare, raccogliere firme, sfondare, occupare, comunque, ce la possiamo fare. Con l’unica incombenza di cercare di essere liberi. Liberi e uniti. Liberi e forti. Liberi e antipatici. Liberi e stanchi. Liberi e tristi. Liberi e confusi. Liberi. Aquilani.

Libertà è partecipazione.

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L'Aquila spiegata al mio cane.  [di Luisa Nardecchia]

Caro Teo,

da quando il tuo padroncino non può occuparsi di te, tocca farlo a me.

Lo sai che gli animali non sono la mia passione: spelano, pretendono. E soprattutto puzzano.

Quando al colloquio per l’assegnazione della CASA mi hanno chiesto se avessi animali, ho detto subito “NO”, per paura di dover aspettare ancora. Era novembre, era freddo, così ti ho rinnegato, ho pensato di potermi liberare di te. In fondo non mi sei mai piaciuto (a me piacciono i gatti lo sai, non sopporto lo sguardo implorante che avete voi cani).

Ma poi non ce l’ho fatta a lasciarti, dopo quello che abbiamo sofferto insieme! Ti ricordi quando eravamo sfollati, non ti hanno preso in albergo e dovevi dormire in macchina? Una mattina, dopo una bufera notturna, ti abbiamo ritrovato mezzo morto. Corsa al veterinario e diagnosi: “attacco di panico”. Pure il cane con gli attacchi panic, I had to happen ...

And so here we are. Do not leave you more, now we have to live, damn it. And do not look askance at! I had to learn to care, to take a walk with all those strange rituals of the Canary Islands ("E 'maschioooo? ... Oh, hold it!" ... "E' femminaaaa? Ah, ok ... calm!" ...). SGRUNT. In the evening, we of CASE, we have learned to manage time, we go out in shifts to not give us discomfort. I'll take you for a walk on the roadside, with cars whizzing nearby. But where else can I go next? The streets are all dark, maybe we should save on the light. E 'pitch black everywhere, except near shopping centers. Maybe they pay the light there. In the old town I'm afraid to take, there is a rat poison and you could eat. It is also full of strays. Piazza d'Armi I know you love it, but at night is so dark that we do not see even with the torch! It is also full of strays. The park of the sun makes me feel bad, it was where the tent city, it annoys me even through it. It is also full of strays. The parquet floor of Via Strinella, one of the Tower and the Castle are so dirty ... also (guess what '?) There are strays. The Villa Comunale, however, is always beautiful! It 'the only green area is still well maintained and lit: There are stray dogs, yes, but also the people, so I'm so scared to take you there. I know, you wonder why the last two years we can not find a place around the house. But see, I'm not going to take you into the courtyard gardens, because there we do the children play. And out from a wildlife oasis in the House there is nothing, not even the sidewalk, you know, and they know the older people running around like crazy Indian reservation in the garden of the nursing home. But where to bring their children walking with prams? Boh. I know, you seem to be at the Truman show : the secret is not out of stock! As soon as you walk away there is nothing, the climate is hostile and pushes you inside. These are fast roads, and homes of those who were already here, that (poor them too) had their lands confiscated and disfigured the landscape from the houses. Us as usurpers and beggars. Do you remember that chick you native launched his dog on native? To my representations shouted: "But revattene DDO ski came from! ".... ("Eh ... pretty me ... Maybe!" I thought while I cursed ). Since then his stick around forever, you know. I even used on the back of the pastor Abruzzo (always free and native) that one day I was bitten in the neck. I could not believe it! What I had to do that ... I woodpecker Cujo to defend my puppy! Just that I was afraid of all dogs in the world. You see you ', the earthquake transforms you, changes you, makes you say: now I start from scratch. I want to be different from before, I want to be better than before! And then you also say: I want a city more beautiful than before, that does not have problems before, I want green, I want a human, I want to measure the dog, I want to spread, I want her comfortable, I want Europe!! It 's great, Te', an opportunity that is offered in a city after an earthquake. In the name of history, on behalf of 309 deaths. I know, I know, you wonder why in one year was not done anything yet. But you see, you ', this year it was spent fighting a bit', you must discuss, study! ... Te ', humans are not so different from you dog. A bone scented ... Who will win the tough, hard and who has the means. Now you are asking yourself the truth of the story of the civil society, the collective thought, minorities, the weak, the disadvantaged ... I wonder where are the important people, where are the studies on post-earthquake, the scientific findings on toxicity, where appeals of the intellectuals, where are the collections of signatures of the intelligentsia (not need a list by Micromega you're right, no matter who they are, it matters what they are) and wonder where are the epidemiological studies, where trade associations, those stuff for which there is an entrepreneur who directs the actions of the poor fellows wandering now all alcoholics (remember, told us Franca), those stuff that you can advise what to do. And where are the associations of psychologists, reports, complaints of increases in mental illness, dependency, of incurable diseases, post-traumatic stress. Yes, Teo; know that there are all these beautiful things! And I'm locked in a drawer along with the master-plan ...! Certainly come out great publications! Fantastic Publications useless! Oh, but do curriculum! Mica an earthquake happens to everyone, we must take advantage, an opportunity is served on a silver platter! Watch the quake returned life to a lot of dead men walking "surfers" are all rejuvenated! Also, you know, 'here we live in very strange way: those who have their own home, fresh freshly redone a thousand colors from Stabilo-boss, and who does not have it anymore, and live in daily torment ( never see her again ? there will be money to rebuild? ate them all before? have to sell? I sell out? ). We live and work side by side! Those who have the problem of where to go for the 'happy hour and those who no longer have neither past nor future, only one from this horrible camp. And the first look of the latter as a whining pain in the ass! The damage of depressed spent long do they tell him that, tell him not to do harm, which are good only to complain! They claim the same job performance, maybe even more. Or tell him "thinking of something else! You can not just think about the earthquake! live your life. " Live your life .... Yes: to let it get short, the law of humans is " who gets touches, and it was you (thankfully) . Then on the books you write a lot of crap, so, for screening, but do not believe it! homo homini canis ! Got it?

No. You do not understand. If you are born puppy with panic attacks, certain things you can not understand. Leave it ... Come here, play "I Am Legend" ... Let's enjoy the walk and the cold of this January, and the sun that rises, like spring, well above the houses ...

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Coat of arms of Ospedaletto Euganeo

I decided to write of my evening of Friday, in Ospedaletto Euganeo, talking Aquila. Of my emotion, I felt the heat of a special person, Francis, who recently read something about my book about a medical journal and decided to invite me to his country. I could tell of many people simple and involved, the volunteers came to the Veneto Abruzzo. But I can not, because on Friday night I printed in my mind's eyes Ilaria, the daughter of Francis.

I have 17 years old teenager that all pepper says he has no desire to study. "I want to do the job, the study does not like me." And mom, dad, sister maggiore ed io ci guardiamo negli occhi e sorridiamo. Ilaria è rimasta ad ascoltarmi per un’ora e mezza   mentre descrivevo la mia città e poi ancora nella sua bella casa mentre parlavo di qualsiasi cosa.
Mi tornano alla mente i suoi occhi vispi, curiosi, ribelli, la sua borsa col computer, la sua adolescenza.

Ieri sera tardi leggevo di una paradossale ipotesi di abbassamento della maggiore età. E ho pensato che Ilaria non lo vorrebbe, perché la sua adolescenza non la si può rubare. La sua ribellione, la sua voglia di indipendenza, i suoi sogni vanno preservati. I suoi e quelli di tutti i ragazzi. Perché tutti ci sentivamo inadeguati a 15 anni, all ugly and put on trial, all imprisoned, all with the desire to break through. And we've made of all colors, not only disobey, but also talking a lot of lies, because our parents would not have approved. Today I know much more than simply the parents would be worried about, being mindful of their adolescence. This is the normal way of life, where the disagreements, the conflictual relationship between generations, new people are born independent. Really.

Adolescence should be preserved even that of the young persons in Cuba, Thailand, Africans who, though culturally different, they would have the same eyes of Ilaria if someone knew to look, without enjoy a trip a few days, for sexual purposes.

It angers me, because 15-16-17-18 years and even beyond, the guys are not asking for a law that makes them adults, are asking the tools to truly become. Even George, the elder sister of Ilaria, wonders what will become of her, of her cultural background, she wonders if her choices are right, and you ask me, to his parents, told his peers and grows.

The outrage is never enough. If you really want to be consistent, we should not be hypocrites. And pretend nothing happened. As if we could not really relates. We should not become judges or justice-we must defend our ability to become. People are not born with the same opportunities, but not to be regarded with different eyes.

tools to live life with dignity, they must give to all.

and dignity can not be explained, or is acquired by ad personam "laws.

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POLENTA CAKES FOR MY BIRTHDAY FLOWER



the now away Saturday, Jan. 8 was my birthday ... quarter of a century! We have a two wonderful parties with friends and family and with friends! =)
course with my precious helpers have prepared everything at home from starters to desserts for both nights! =)
But the real birthday cake was for this Saturday night ...



and for this Sunday ...



simple simple decorated only with whipped cream or chocolate without even pdz plastic because we had many other things to do ... in fact we have prepared a meal for thirty people! =)

both cakes are "chantilly cakes" that are in my blog ... very good! =)

kisses kisses!

ps: this was my regalone wonderful Christmas from my wonderful ... a new oven! = D eheh apprezzatisssssimo! =)

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Quei “trentotto” secondi

Lo scorso fine settimana sono stata a Roma con mio figlio. Sono rimasta stupita di come ricordasse perfettamente la strada per arrivare a casa di Gustavo. “Mamma, ma non ricordi? Appena dopo il terremoto abbiamo fatto avanti a dietro per quasi un mese!”

Ho avuto un tonfo. Non l’avevo dimenticato, più semplicemente accantonato.

E così ho voluto rituffarmi in quel periodo: viaggiavamo, io e i miei figli. Dormivamo a Roma e la mattina, via! Tutti a L’Aquila. A ritrovare gli amici, a parlare con tutti, nelle tendopoli, da chi capitava, a portare pane, olio, coperte. Dopo a few days one of my sons was with me and helped me at the University. He answered the phones went crazy, talking to all students who reached us and, like me, gave information to all through a wireless connection Coppito. Only one day remained in Rome to buy underwear desperate for some friends in tent cities.

Then we bought a camper and settled in L'Aquila, with electricity supplied by my brother, outside his home.

These memories are mostly made up of sensations, feelings, what you felt. I remember feeling like predominant feeling is all the same, in solidarity. I do not remember any other period of my life in which so many people appeared to me like that. Though it was painful, it was exciting and liberating to talk to everyone. It was a driving force, which allowed us to work, and continue to resist, at least hope to do so. Today

L'Aquila is different not because it is all right again! Indeed, the problems are still here, all, some have become giants, we are accustomed to other.

The eagle has now lost that spirit, the "communion," that feeling all the same. And we're slowly sinking into divisions, in what we came away before the disaster.

I can not get that out and have a objective view. The only way that I remember is how we were just after the passage of those "thirty" seconds.

severe pain made us feel vulnerable, we rely on each other. The vacuum sucked us and we cling to any string you intravvedesse tenuous. I remember that the University embraces us and we helped. Even the meetings of the Academic Senate were marked by calm and unanimous vote!

Now there is chaos, the city still lies cold, our life goes hectic and painful, but that "communion" is no more.

Maybe that's why I live badly, because I feel more alone in a city that does not exist, but that is divided. A city that does not communicate, you arrabatta to survive. Newspapers our voices are replaced by cold press releases and silly squabbles. Attacks from all fronts, empty words, electoral environment, vulgarity.

do not know, I think if we all stepped back, tonight, to those "thirty" seconds, we could share together, even though 309 people can not do it.

From there, let's try. To be less selfish, less fatalistic.

Stronger, more gentle.

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this I put the meringue in the silicone mold shaped like a sunflower that two friends gave me for Christmas .... Live and Gianlu bellooo tr!
the ingredients and the procedure is the usual meringue and I do that here in the blog but ... I have to do better shape: only the petals of cream filling, I left half an hour in the freezer and then I filled the entire mold of meringue as always, I put it in the freezer for at least one night and I transformed still frozen (it has not ruined the shape of a flower!)
I recommend you pass the cake from the freezer to the fridge half an hour before serving =) ox 30-45 minutes if you let me directly at room temperature!

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APPLE STRUDEL Aunt Luisa



this is my aunt and strudel is very good also because it has a "secret" ingredients from the classic versions of this recipe .. it has the particularity di farvi imbiondire del pangrattato nel burro...per poi unirlo alle mele...
...provate e poi ditemi...!=)

Dose per 6 persone

Pasta sfoglia come da ricetta del mio blog (o prendete un rotolo di pasta sfoglia già pronta)
750 gr di mele (meglio ranette)
3 cucchiaiate di pangrattato
60 gr di burro
50 gr di uvetta sultanina
50 gr di pinoli
100 gr di zucchero
Cannella in polvere oppure, secondo i gusti, la parte gialla di un limone grattugiata
Zucchero a velo



Mettere a bagno le uvette in acqua tiepida 15 minuti, scolare e asciugare
Sbucciare e tagliare a tocchetti piccoli le mele
Far imbiondire the bread crumbs in the butter and when cold, add the cinnamon



Mix in a bowl the apples, toasted breadcrumbs, pine nuts, raisins, sugar



Roll out the dough between two sheets of parchment paper. Spread the apples leaving empty outlines



Using the wax paper without touching the dough with your hands, roll the strudel



Place in a pan and close the ends
Put in oven at 180
degrees for 50 minutes Remove from oven and sprinkle the icing sugar.
E 'is just that warm freddo



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Radici

Capita che dopo più di 21 mesi dal sisma che ha colpito la tua città, vai a sentire qualcun altro che ne parla, in un convegno, a L’Aquila. Persone importanti, giornalisti e politici. Alcuni non erano mai venuti a L’Aquila. E ne sono rimasti sconvolti.

Parlano e ti dicono quello che tu vai urlando dal primo momento. Ti dicono che l’informazione è colpevole, e tu lo sai. Ti dicono che gli aquilani dovrebbero andare a protestare davanti alla Rai, Viale Mazzini, and you have not already. They tell you the props were a business and you have already written several times. They tell you of the responsibility, direct and indirect, and you almost get bored to suffer. You feel almost guilty that after 21 months still talking about what is common ground for you.

takes to heart the situation of the city, and I really hope at least this time, because for too long now no longer believe the promises.

But I can still cry watching the screening of the documentary "Roots, L'Aquila cement" directed by Luke Cococcetta. Why, yes, even of what is said and shown, You know almost everything, but when you see your city from above, completely redesigned, even by those who knew what it was L'Aquila, your heart is bleeding and shaking.

A host of medieval villages, destroyed, all looking toward the center of the capital city was destroyed, too. Hiding to avoid being looked at by those 19 atolls, which have arisen from a volcanic eruption frightening, which erupted plates, colonnoni, plasterboard walls and, above all, profits billionaires.

All this happened with the silence / assent of all. But you no longer want to talk about responsibility.

this horrible city is now littered the place where I live and where I intend to be present to make me feel. To enjoy all the restructuring, each reopening of piazzas and alleys, because even if nobody knows, The Eagle is no more, but Aquilani.

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Il terremoto ad Avezzano

Avezzano: Palazzo Torlonia after the earthquake of 1915

January 13, 1915 - January 13, 2011.

From my book "Trenotto seconds" written in 2009.

come to mind are the stories of my grandmother. In 1915 lived in Avezzano earthquake, was only 6 years. It remained under the rubble of his house and kept shouting that he must go to school. My grandmother was only a "real" sister, born of the same father and same mother. Her father died under the rubble and his mother married his cousin, so my grandmother also had many other brothers and sisters. The new families were reconstructed so Avezzano, with brothers and sisters. Around a single house which can still be read: this house has withstood the earthquake of 1915. E 'in via Garibaldi, now I have before me. The earthquake

avvenne alle ore 07:48 del 13 gennaio, e fu dell'XI grado della Scala Mercalli, con epicentro nella conca del Fucino. Alcuni scamparono alla furia della terra perché a quell’ora già in viaggio sul treno verso il lavoro. Tornando, non trovarono nessuno e niente. Ad Avezzano, che contava 11.000 abitanti, sopravvissero solo trecento persone, tra cui i miei nonni materni.

Il terremoto mi salvò anche nel 1915. Ed oggi ancora mi ha salvato e catapultato, insieme ai geni dei miei nonni, in quest’altra realtà rovesciata. Insomma, una parte di me ha avuto due terremoti catastrofici in soli 94 anni.

E c’è di più. L’ultima della mia famiglia, Maria Laura, doveva nascere proprio ai early April of this year. Perhaps the genes of the grandparents are advised to come first: the hospital of my L'Aquila is reversed from 6 April at 3.32. So the last, for now, my family was born in a very special day: January 13, 1994 years after the earthquake of his great-grandparents.

The first memory I have of me as a child goes back to when I was three years in 1960. The town of Avezzano remember it well, had nothing more to think about the earthquake that did, though my mother told me that someone was still living in the "barracks". My father took me sometimes to the monument erected to remember the victims, but now I know it exists.

Stories I'd never reported and mount up and spill into the nearest memory, unexpected pop up .........

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HOUSE OF CHOCOLATE in the snowy mountains Snowy mountains ...



eccomi qui!!!dopo un lungo periodo di assenza (ero in una sorta di crisi di mezza età;) sono tornata a postare!!
chiedo scusa a tutte le blogghine...non vi ho neanche fatto gli auguri...ma cerco di rimediare subito con un.....BUON ANNO!!=)



questa dolcissima casetta l'ho fatta con il mio amore per il suo compleanno, ci siamo divertiti tantissimo a farla!=)
ho usato cioccolato bianco, kellogg's coco pops e cioccolato fondente for the house, while the snow-capped mountains are covered with cream cream puffs!
I hope you like it and I sincerely thank all the people this month and a half I have gone to find or healthy!

= D kisses to everyone and (xi blogghini) pass definitely find you! =) This is

I used the stencil to make the house = D I got Christina, the mother of my love!