The great thing about memories is the way in which they emerge, sometimes in a completely unexpected. A sound, a scent is enough to bring something to the memory of dead and buried. Or at least well-tucked, pushed as a new book under a mountain of other books that came after, read and reread recently. But pulling it out with difficulty, not to bring down others, buried the book gives us the same wonderful feelings of the first reading.
Last night, transport strikes. Mille probable inconvenience in a return to the home of 50 km between the bypass and highway. Pictures of me crushed between two trucks as a kind of salami sandwich in a well garnished. So I decide to do the old road as long and boring Lent as a lesson in Latin. Step from the usual corn fields, one after another, even in the dark recognize them. Through the bridges. Step junctions. The warmth inside the car, I was already creating a sense of numbness mixed sleep. In and out of town by yet, I realize that Christmas is coming, and conquer. Between the cold and anonymous lane highway I could certainly not aware of it, but in the low plains of Piedmont, Christmas reigns undisturbed. Trees shine in the dark, decorations between kitsch and nostalgia adorn the balconies of the houses low and wide. And I can think of return trips as a child. Of those that seemed endless travel, sitting next to my brother in the back seat of our big cars. Of those trips back from holidays, family, afternoons with friends. When we came home, tired but happy sitting in the darkness and looked out the windows. Then we counted to distract them. We counted the trees in the midst of colorful gardens. I've seen one! I, too, there! And so on throughout the trip. Sometimes we are surprised that so early in the season there were already so many. Other times we even thought. We were there attached to the glass of the car wet and cold, tarnished by our breath watching the colored lights. Those who now seem to some expression of consumerism meaningless in the eyes of children and adults seem to still my little magic out of nowhere.
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