For once I can truly say that the BEAUTIFUL stories continue.
It all started with an exchange of views, or perhaps I should say with an “exchange” that diverted the right train onto a different railway.
And the journey I made while reading the book Happiness trains was different because if “the outward journey” takes you back in time, the return is definitely directed to the future.
The future of children who have lived through a very painful historical moment, but who more than others teach us the true essence of life.
I suggest you to discover this story which I find absolutely essential due to the example it represents, so that we never forget that helping each other is the secret of happiness.
“The misery that helps the other misery” this are words that contain exactly the spirit that animated the UDI, Women who have worked to ensure that children left alone following a mass arrest in retaliation for a strike, could find the affection and care that their parents were unable to give.
The key episode unfolds from Puglia but the significant scope has meant that the help was extended to children from other areas as well.
The book also mentions Pavia, and in fact I wonder if you have ever heard perhaps your grandparents telling about episodes of hospitality towards children from other areas.
I know for sure that in more recent times “in our place” we hosted children from Chernobyl, so who knows.
In fact, I was enchanted first of all because it is an oral tradition in the purest sense. The meticulous descriptions literally transport you to listen, as well as to read, just as I have always listened to the stories of my grandmothers.
There is a whole heritage of lives contained in the hearts of people that it would be wonderful to know, to witness, to spread, learning from the hands-on voice of those who have the great value of their experience to share.
Like Irma: I fell in love with her when I read her idea of “catasthematic” pleasure.
Or like Americo: her story of mothers in the plural sense was moving and enlightening to me at the same time.
In the month of May is Mother’s Day and I would say that my dedication will go to her MOMS.
It is understood that if Americo wants to tell something about them or add any other thoughts, he is welcome here.
Obviously the same is for Giovanni.
This time I struggle to stay in the time for a coffee, because the reflections that arise are many: only the memory of Mimì seeing the sea for the first time would be enough for a further parallel journey.
Then I simply let the train take off slowly hoping that the next destination will be a pleasant surprise, like the one that brought me to know Happiness trains.