In Val Germanasca surpassed Perrero, before you cross the bridge over the river of Massello, on the right there is a road that turns the traveler again towards the valley. And then a fork, taking right again, and always more you return on your steps to where you came, but much higher. Past the places of San Martino and after and over so many woods and rocks, finally there is Bovile.
Where it is good to stop: it requires it, a place which is so called because at one time it had the precincts with many oxen inside. Apparently. A beautiful village, marred in part by fake finishing heartless. With a small church: this yes deserves to be told.
Small, with small bell and big clock on to say that the time goes and does not return. Which is a pity to throw it to the wind or to waste it in false myths.
Whole on blue’s bright light inside. If you twist, the surprise: behind, above where you entered, an organ, silvered and very small on his nice balcony. Who knows how many times it has played. And while you turn up your face, the ceiling in its turn surprises you smiling to you. They have done it coffered , and then they suspended it, as in the large and unabashedly rich churches, but this is fine, honest, tastes of heaven, and all colored, with an opened soul to tell you: love! Because that is where to bring up the heart.
When you exit the last surprise is waiting for you, but not in the small church. On the wall of the next house, a tombstone, with a woman’s face, a cheapish picture a bit so… it recalls Ida who lived in these places to dedicate her life to the less fortunate brothers, wounded, tired, old or else sick. She has always loved without wasting time, ever.
Sometimes the good of Heaven takes odd shapes to show to human minds, and not always it chooses the churches to stay inside, in comfort, waiting; sometimes you just need a wall, and a picture a bit so … of a woman who really knew how to love.