Delianuova Every time I come I'm going to find two of us who had the courage to stay, thanks to their intelligence, ability and tenacity, building something that gives prestige to our country.
Complice the Aspromonte National Park, Antonio boat has not left the mountains. Nothing was gone from its rivers, in the winter months, with terrible force flowing towards the Mediterranean so close and yet so far. Today, Antonio can go up, every day, as he was a child, plans Carmelia, geological terrace under the pyramid of woods and rock Montalto, the highest peak, almost two thousand meters of this last mountain on the continent Italy. Yet only a few years ago, Antonio, 40, had a suitcase ready: he could not do for a broken back, the carpenter. Theresa Marie Italian ( Teresa ) his wife, was already Treviso. Everything was ready to leave the country, Delianuova, and migrate, like thousands of others, to the north. But this, fortunately, is a symbol of new stories Aspromonte, one of many possible stories of the rebirth of this mountain: Antonio at the end with courage and happiness, has reverse, decided that his future is still here. Upstairs, in the beech forests of high altitude, between the rivers of pebbles smoothed by water, among the countries that cling to the stone, including snow, for months and months, rebels against the sweetness of the Mediterranean and whitens the Aspromonte. Antonio has become one of the guides of the Park. And, with other young people (and Aldo Diego), has established an association of nature tourism. Three boys, in this extreme periphery of Europe, have decided that it is worth trying to live in an extraordinary land.
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Compare Saro told me one night: you hear in the woods? (Intra-or those who feel Boscu?) I said, I feel the wind (u Sentu ventures). He says, fool, this is water (idiot, chiste ie water). He was right, there was a torrent. At dawn he was there, in the right place to fish for trout.
outputs are the stars and Antonio boat, owner, builder and operator of the shelter plans Carmela share in 1260, tells how he learned about the Sacred Mountain of the Calabrian. The Aspromonte, tall as an ocean liner in the endless sea. Antonio has done it all. He found the land and build the shelter with more than twenty beds. Today he's back ruined by fatigue but does not complain, he is happy to live up here. He lit the fire at the table is his wife Marie Thérèse Italian, there is Diego Festa, driving down from heaven for which I adjusted the Mickey Mouse and his friend Joseph Lorenz that reached me as a hawk from Catania.
The car is outside in the fresh, dirty and happy. "My father taught me and I will be appearing to know the mountain, with no maps to move at night listening to the sound of water, to find the dens of martens, dormice to chase after the Feast of the Dead. Ah, the dormice! They are a delicacy, more delicate flesh of the world ...
I learned everything from child saw acorns on the ground and I knew if he had bitten the dormouse, the mouse, the dormouse and the jay. This is my world, my life. "For a moment he falls silent." But it's tough up here, Paul. You do not know how hard it is.
The doves and crows are starting. Emigration resumed great. But I said no, I did not start, I have invested everything I had here. This mountain is a wonderful resource for young people of goodwill. But almost no one helps me. Do you think that one day he came here, the President of the Danish Parliament, with their children and a sleeping bag. E 'was mesmerized by the place. I'll see an Italian politician who does the same thing? ".
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