storiaccia a street francigena And so we arrive at Galleno.
At seven and a half there was already muggy morning, we left Alton, after a couple of coffee that had opened - a bottle of champagne on a ship for the Far West - a long long way straight national, first called Via Roma , and then gradually in the country, without name. In the midst of a purgatory actually quite nice way of pure, at one point had appeared a bazaar. Francesca had this mirage the salvation of his life, because he found a hat to be taken to replace those lost, with sun spear dawn of the eight and a half. The lady in the bazaar and then had wanted at all costs to bring in the back of the shop, where we had a coffee with mocha.
And from there we were broken down, finally arriving at noon to do Galleno, fraction of Fucecchio. A country with nothing, but also capable of throwing blood and empty, like any mortal side, plus a touch of madness that the geographical split so invisible: the strange fact is that this handful of houses is divided between the four provinces of Florence, Pisa, Lucca and Pistoia. Cross road, turn a corner and you're here or there, like the tombstones indicate roads. Abstraction boundaries, lines probably pull a day at random on a map. They did it with African states, with the Americans, the disaster of the Middle East, so why not, the game can also apply in this nameless village collapsed right here. On the contrary, brings out the idea of \u200b\u200b"here" as the only possible, it is a hint of philosophy. We are nowhere and while in the middle of something. Perhaps because it is a moment or drink, or melt, tertium non datur.
In the bar there is a widening circle of Sport. Two out of rickety tables, some chairs for those in their own way in the Seventies were comfortable and have remained, hard plastic molds in the plot, with back and seat a whole to draw a curve, a color used to fade and become almost white with the sun, in this case, light blue, but memory tells me that there were also red, green and yellow. Let us fall like sacks. Water, water, and only then, after the first quench their thirst of survival, a soda. The backpacks on the ground, long walking sticks leaning against the wall. No one could mistake for anything other than pilgrims. A few words between me and my friend, time to look at the glass full of bubbles and to raise fresh look, and be here to meet us, almost running, trembling with excitement, a figure emerging from somewhere. It is a joyful little girl, a girl child but developed. There something wrong, his eyes are too long, too wide, deep blue water of the victim. See us gave her a happy, full of anxiety. Comes almost stumbling, spreading her hands and asks us trilling: "Go by the pope?".
Francesca and my reflexes are slow, we groped to answer, leaving only a few words that says nothing. The sky is blue, she trembles, life can just oozes shadow, I realized that here I will drink champagne black. A slow walk strides toward us, behind the girl, a terrible man. Reached us, and now his country profile, toothless, his breath terribly vinous cover the sun dazzled reflection from the stage.
"Annaluisa."
"Daddy, Daddy, they are pilgrims, ranging from the Pope!"
"Oh, Annaluisa ..."
How heavy smell of this man who took two chairs, one for himself and one for the retarded daughter, sits down and begins to play in a game that denotes mastery dramatic if done in a theater, but here is a terrible instrument of total domination over the body and mind developed Annaluisa poor. He smiles in a triumph of damaged gums, said his name was inspired Malladori James and begins to tell of Medjugorje. There was last year, yes, Annaluisa. Ah, that glory, that experience, that holiness. The Lord who is omnipotent, the Virgin Mary, Our Lady of Medjugorje, and he right there, just him Malladori James, Madonna is seen in the sky and Annaluisa his daughter that if the door everywhere, "Annaluisa goes with me everywhere, it's like a dog. " The laughter echoes obscene, foul. But
Annaluisa is on a different road. Excited, he asks us to repeat in Milan. "It must be great! I've never been. " Her father silences. "Annaluisa, let it be, but do you remember the things we saw on the hill in Medjugorje ...". The warmth of her story is full of emotions mimed, it seems that is crying, says dreamily. "Oh, how many were on that hill ... Oh, it was wonderful to watch the sun ... All ... Eh, Annaluisa? My daughter. "
She escapes with her eyes everywhere, even she seems to be crying but a deposit of joy electric, like a sad reflection of nervous excitement. "Once one of my friend went to Milan ... How lucky to live there! But you see them often, you see them on the street and the Twins Several Article 31? I like a lot. Who knows how many times you meet them! "
" My daughter, my baby ... It 's so good, you know? Already thirteen years old! But when it naughty child knows that his father not to be trifled with. " The man extends his hand-cut, blatant, as if to say "then busca. A drop of saliva squirts angry at me from his lips, following the gesture of the hand hard. Annaluisa dreams. "I would love to come to Milan. Maybe you know where they live the Article 31? ".
Malladori James has started to smile. "Why the Lady is love, you go to Medjugorje to be nourished by his infinite love. It 's a sweet love that opens the heart! You go for the miracles of love, the heart of Mary, we are moved to the sweetness. I went because I was hurting a leg, I could not walk. True Annaluisa, daughter Me? You are pilgrims to Rome, but you can never understand how great is the love of Mary, but I, I know. It made me much pain in my leg, I have a crippled right leg. I went to heal, but when I went to the hill I was losing heart, because I ached so much that I could not climb. But I wanted to mount the same, the evil that made me no one can imagine. "
Annaluisa try to fit: "I remember once I went to school with Fucecchio, led us in the pool ... I peed in the water, I remember all the strange yellow trail".
"But you, you shut up? But you, you have no respect for your father that you maintains, for the Lady who loves us all? You can not say how I hurt my leg. Yet I went to the same mountain, endless devotion, faith, you understand? And when we arrived, and I Annaluisa, we had wonderful visions, and this has compensated for all the pain. "
" But then the leg is healed? "I ask.
"No, it is not healed, even after I did more harm. He never recovered. But if this was the will of Mary that's supposed to happen, this is also a miracle of love. "
Annaluisa hours knocks over a glass. I fear a slap. But no, the man's wrinkled face looks distant lights for an idea. "Annaluisa, go by car, take the rosary hanging from the front, there's two, got one, I want to give to pilgrims."
She goes back with the Rosary, salad and kisses her father that plastic necklace with the cross and just over the top card of Medjugorje. It gives me in the hand, Poor harmless symbol that will keep the smell of wine and violence until the same day, do not forsake him hanging from a Sterpeto.
what did he see in Medjugorje MALLADORI GIACOMO
A Capannella next to the sun such as the crib, with a woman, a man and a child. A huge
upside down rainbow.
A sea horse with three people.
what did he see in Medjugorje MALLADORI Annaluisa
lot of stars that formed a triangle.
