More than three years my mother is admitted to an institution for elderly dependents. The first visits were always painful: the sadness that attacked me, took hold of my thoughts and it was difficult to drive them away from the heart. Then, over time, I learned to see what is positive in that, at first sight so sad.
are by now familiar to all guests, and never fails to exchange a few words with them, of course I had to learn their language "deformed" by the disease that affects the weather in their mind, like a chisel on the stone. One must be able to enter their world, which does not always coincide with ours, especially in the temporal sense: as un orologio con le lancette che procedono nel senso inverso.
La malattia, a queste persone, tende a far riemergere i ricordi che per noi sono relegati in un passato remoto, ma è facile adeguarsi, ed essere complici del loro modo di pensare. Alcune volte, invece, ti sorprendono e ti scoraggiano con la loro lucidità originale.
Poldo, (Leopoldo. M.) incomincia tutti i suoi discorsi con un bell’ “ Per esempi ” (per esempio), per poi continuare con la storia di quando venne a trovarlo, nel suo paese di origine, che si specchia sulla sponda destra del Lago, quella ragazza bellissima che voleva sposarlo. Ma lui, capita l’antifona (era venuta con la mamma), andò a nascondesi nella stable, and without saying a word waited until the danger disappears. He emerged from his hiding place, only after that of two women were gone. "That face ou couruu a nice dangers." (During that time, or just a great danger) he says in concluding his story. And unfortunately I understand what happened to that girl in love. But maybe another time I tell him.
Today Poldo is quiet, but I understand from his eyes that something is mulling: "As goes Poldo " (always start so my approach) "Ben incoeu the well is their" (well today is just well) he replies. He gets up, avvicina e quasi sussurrando mi dice: “ per esempi… l’e poeu riusii a ciapa ul potere” ( per esempio.. e poi riuscito a prendere il potere). “ chi?” domando io: “ Quel là ul Berlusconi ”. Con tutta probabilità, Poldo ha un dissesto fisico-temporale, confonde Berlusconi con qualche altro uomo di potere che viveva alcuni decenni orsono.
“ Sì, Poldo, l’e riusii ” ( si, Poldo, è riuscito). Gli rispondo pensando di rassicurarlo. Mi guarda pensieroso, le parole non gli vengono subito ma poi con un certo sforzo, sbotta ad alta voce: “ Quel là and the Purcell, and bisugnaria Catallo tridall Cume as if ul salamm ago) (the What is a pig, you should take it and chop it like when you make salami). Sister
Ceciglia, spun around, Ms. Adele laughs out loud, someone swears up. A short total turmoil. But then he became quiet, as the words of our old they are innocent such as children, but often hide the truth.
| | take advantage of the very kind invitation that I was facing and willingly participate in this worthy initiative. At first I thought of introducing a recipe theme for the occasion, then found the original, Mr. Poldo gave me the inspiration for this story which I hope will be acceptable. There are still a picture with shredded marinated meat, but I assume it's beef. This time we pretend it's something else, especially given the age and my visits I also fail. |
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