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Today I harvested one of those gardens that are a testimony to a past more "glorious" from the Magdalen Bridge and the motorway.
The harvest time was short, but just to meet people, chat with whoever was doing the same thing, exchanging views. We looked at grapes, with each other, and apart from rot, the other thing that is common to the clusters that were few. The gardens in
Moggia have almost disappeared, surviving only a few pieces, but they are still microcosms in which he lives, social relations and relations with neighbors, solidarity, sometimes the joke.
I remember my childhood, when the harvest also drew people outside, and the well in the garden was in the service of their neighbors, the "step" is for all to reach the river and had to be always open. These were rights that were regulated by deeds, as happened from time immemorial.
The years 1960, the construction of the urban transformation of agriculture from a craft-industry has irretrievably broken the network of relationships by transforming the "social morphology" of the gardens, reducing it to those little flaps that between a shed and a nursery still stand.
Network reports that today I happened to find downstream of the bridge, where it still stands a vast agricultural area crossed by Beuda and from the bank of the Napoleonic era, characterized by traditional architecture.
Just beyond a threshold, and opens a world of back bends, the elderly who receive the "citizen" with a sly smile or a simple shrug.
A world that I happen to know at the time of the shooting for an "outside" with the crew of the TV Entella creation of an episode of "Among Friends".
The walk lasted two hours and allowed to know other gardeners, most of them elderly and all tenants of land used for centuries by their own families, and every house had a drink in company with the harsh light wine that is still made from grapes that I harvested today.
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