talking about Sagron of Mis-what I have to admit not be immediate. It is not subject, as sometimes happens, around which, in a spontaneous and instinctive is able to weave such comments go met; essential ideas, direct, useful to capture the essence and the spirit of things.
Maybe talk about Antarctica or deep sea of \u200b\u200bgrass, the Celts or the Ainu Japanese might be something more affordable for foreign elements to the concept of "Endocosmo" would say Fosco Maraini. If
endocosmo mean everything that gravitates, in fact, orbit, inside of our mind as an expression of personality due to aggregation of various experiences, our physical environment is of paramount importance and if the physical environment that welcomes us is the same that we saw the birth and growth, this becomes crucial importance, and probably a major impact on objectivity. At first glance, this prevents your thoughts and run with it to let them roam in the folds of those things piled form the soul almost Feltrosa "of a place.
The soul of a place tells you certainly do not draw up a list of its affairs and events. Historical research is certainly fascinating science that with regard to our little corner (I'm not going to call Sagron-Mis ....) Was not even that study, but is part of a different way than what I would like to tell , which will certainly be part of and .... shamelessly biased!
What is the present appearance of this corner of the world? What place is in society? What are the thoughts of those who live there? Where we started, but also where you go?
(I hope that the reader knows at least part of the reality of this area).
Turning the world, spontaneously manipulate the tiles to remember that our brain carefully bundled and placed where the safe was believed to complement the images of that moment, and thereby making a comparison, an evaluation to find, as is done in some games puzzles differences.
In poor countries, the reality is miserable-it says the same adjective-but the reality is true and pure, where economic conditions, human situations, landscape, go hand in hand, are complementary, are the result of the indissoluble historical moment, the 'subsistence economy forge people and at the same time shape the landscape. Everything is closely related through strong relationships of cause and effect.
Megacities Western as well as those of the East shows the opposite face of our cards and compare it with our corner of the ever changing realities of modernity, where billions of other tiles, variously bonded, create one with that reality as real and present where human activities are reflected in a tissue Urban propagatosi the basis of certain interests. Again, the reality is contingent, as a container for the Megatown expression of humanity today.
In the midst of all this, a gradient of regression in many facets all the rest of the planet, with its memories full of tiles, to compare its extremes.
As I see my corner?
If we separate, as we did above, the container, ie the Civitas, the social context from which it emerged, the result is a kind of bulb, still partially full inside, but hanging in space, where the inhabitants and their seem disconnected from the surrounding tiles, no longer related to the initial project that has shaped our container. If
, to give shape to our container, have contributed over the past centuries, hordes of coal, handling of miners, stubborn work the land reclaimed from the dense forest, and if these are our ancestors, we, now, what we are doing here?
What are we doing in a container designed especially located in a geographical context of center compared to the economic activities of today, far from the crossroads that stimulate the existence, side to real life that puts you in the circle with the company today, with the new trends in art and culture, with opportunities of any kind they are.
What is the purpose of remaining to give substance to this container without ties to the surrounding environment, mining has run out decades ago and there will be little hope for his recovery either the short or never; cultivation forest is not more practical and general satisfaction here, no one could live only for wood, not to mention agriculture mountain that is pure folklore or herd doped transfers from provincial and community.
Why then fill these spaces out of time, remaining as objects left on the track, from a caravan that is constantly moving?
How many examples of those who have followed the flow, current, going elsewhere in search of opportunities, lifeblood, just in case any cross from the Alps to the Apennine mountain environment to run into ghost towns, just leave ... home! Everything could be solved
Fosco Maraini quoting again: "The more a thing is simple and is more refined, but not of Simplicity the first type, that is, who their steps back to the simple, but that of the second type, that is the one who comes to having a simple path around the circumference of the complicated. "
We, the inhabitants dell'angolino, content of the vacuum, we will be the first or the second type? We will be the deep thinkers, for intellectuals, architects of life, poets, or stupid louts from chromosomes convoluted, and returned, ax in hand at the beginning of our little plot?
At this I can not answer. Or maybe I do not want to answer? Perhaps
answer as well.
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