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Winter Magic

When silence falls on the earth because the great cold has arrived with its arctic breath, stop and contemplate what is around you. Winter is magical! Now the white branches of the trees are glittering and a ray of sunlight is lighting some small prints. A squirrel has scampered on the snow during the night!...

Happy Easter

Se la primavera prende il posto dell’inverno e le primule fiorite accompagnano l’andar dei mesi da novembre a gennaio, può capitare che la neve s’accomodi sulla poltrona della primavera. Allora per questa volta gli auguri di Buona Pasqua non li facciamo pescosi (da pesco fiorito), ma nevosi. Senza riferimenti alla moda di storpiare (il)legalmente la...

Snow on the Germanasca River in Massello

The last snow is beautiful because you don’t know how long it will take before you see it again. It is as beautiful as the first, when it comes you don’t remember how it was anymore and you may have waited a long time for it. Like last winter. The snow is always beautiful, it’s...

Freedom

We support freedom of belief. We support freedom of speech. We support freedom of thought. We support freedom.

The wolf and the ‘magnin’.

Once upon a time, long ago, a magnin, a tinker, lived on the Sangle – San Germano Chisone. It tells how one day the magnin decided to go down to Martinat, another village of San Germano. Along the way he met a wolf. Scared he stepped back, slamming and resonate the ramine, pots, he carried...

February 17 Feast of Freedom

On February 17, the Waldensian Valleys Chisone and Germanasca remember the “Lettere Patenti” with which, in 1848, civil rights were granted to them. Not yet religious freedom, but a first step to get out of the ghetto de facto in the Waldensian Valleys. February 17, thus, the Feast of Freedom, for Chisone, Germanasca and Pellice...

No, they are not the green

“When we hear that people do meetings to think about how to preserve the Creation we can say:” But no, are the green! ” No, they are not the green! This is Christian! It is our response to the “first creation” of God. It is our own responsibility. A Christian who does not watch over...

The Babaciu of San Pietro

Few, at least in the hills and plains, humbled by the rain, maybe a little gray, but beautiful. Very beautiful. As always. Finally the snow has arrived. The miracle came true once again. Once the snow was usual, heritage of winter and humanity, of the children and beautiful hearts. Not anymore. For this the miracle...

Porte

One needs a town, if only for the pleasure of going away, a town means not being alone, knowing that in the people, in the plants, in the land there is something of your own, that even when you are away it’s still waiting for you. Cesare Pavese  

Roccio Clapie

The steep valley that runs from Ruata to the Grand Truc, and beyond, to form the North side of the valley of Pramollo, is dotted with large jutting rocks, huge balconies from which to observe the world of Rio Risagliardo flowing down there, divided into two branches , and who carved that land. Beautiful and...