The breath of a land

Il Pan di Zucchero sopra Turina

Il Pan di Zucchero sopra Turina

Who comes out of the Chisone Valley among the latest images that he takes is that of a mountaintop small and sassy on the right, out of shape and out of place, like a dwarf among giants in that world of big mountains: it’s the Sugar Loaf . “If it were sugar, my mom used to say – Class 1917 – during the war, we would have eaten it all.”
Under the Sugar Loaf, between it and the Baoti – Other mountaintop but less beautiful – there’s Turina: a village with a church and important buildings. Seen from the other side of the valley it’s gorgeous in its circle of lawns, it seems the drawing of a child, so much balanced and delicate. Opposite the church a strange building, out of place as the Sugar Loaf, but we understand to be important. Under the portico of that building the mailbox and a plaque with on the top “City of Inverso Porte.”
The forgotten history.
That place was the City, and that strange building was the Hall. Then Fascism, in ’29, years of hunger, they embodied it with another Municipality, horrendous word today trendy, to embody, not to say that you destroy and delete culture, values and memory: still relevant.
There are the sons of the place put to death in war out of vainglory on that tombstone, you read the names of people who were hungry and would have eaten with eyes the Sugar Loaf.
Today, there, that little square is San Germano Chisone. Not far from an old and beautiful house, which has experienced the whole story, waiting for a buyer, they have also evicted the winepress from the cellar.
Thank goodness the old town hall has been kept and with it the tombstone of the sons.
The story is the breath of a land, and without it cannot be the place. Any.

La piazzetta di Turina

La piazzetta di Turina

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