So nothing this year the feast of St. Rocco, too bad, really, I have not the age that allows me to move me to fireworks, stalls and overcrowding abnormal Pedemonte, but being very attached to my memories of every 16 in August, was a disappointment not being able to participate once again.
In recent years, the feast of the patron had already lost a lot of "prestige" of the past, but skip it entirely leaves a little bitter taste, in short, survive the same, but I like traditions.
I remember when he had already left rookies in the morning for a ride to stalls without buying anything or so, we arrived in the afternoon all happy as if he knows that going on, it was all together, the country is populated by strangers, something quite rare in these parts, you came in the evening after yet another bowl made walking with difficulty through the crowd then head up to see qaulche prairie fires, and it is precisely in those moments that arose tens of mess-ups, new stories, kisses illegal. I miss those times and for some so much so that many of you do not admit of being tied to a Catholic tradition I know for a fact that 16 of August of the past will miss a little bit to you, those who have something to remember and to tell happened in just one of those occasions?
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