Genetics And Evolution Lab

The memory has a guardian of the game without keys

The memory has a guardian without keys, this may be intact, but impenetrable or all fragmented because of too much freedom of coming and going. But sometimes, just a crumb, a word thrown into the river over the years and the memories are fast, like fish from the bottom. To the dear "grandparents" guests of Villa Serena in Lonigo the word "fair" does this effect. E 'greedy as bait, to which the memory does not know, can not resist.

An old view (source e-bay)

In Silvio startled to hear her grandfather, reach out your hand as if to catch the flight to want those memories capricious: "There I was all year at the Fiera di Lonigo, then it was the Horse Fair and people came from all over Europe. Do you think that I knew of people who came from Austria even walk! I was in love with the city and the lovely birds: there were many and of different species, all pulled and polished for the occasion. There were thoroughbred racing, horses, beasts of burden, and so each March 25 to mount my bike and ran into the city from Barbara where I lived then. Kept me all day with friends to look closely at the horses and assist Trading: it was not an everyday thing, very few people who could afford to own a horse. "

in those days to see the show were not enough to Lonigo eyes. It took my legs, like his grandfather Silvio, and there they would have their ears, like my grandmother Louise : "The horses were all tied to the rings beyond the wall of the orphanage," he says trying to convey that image with the look. "I was living there at that time with the sisters, but not always brought to see the show. So I'm happy to hear the voices from the window and the noise of the hoofs of horses, made them run up and down to see if they were "good" before you buy. So were other times, people close deals with a simple handshake, but contracts! There was a sense of honor and mutual respect. Near the bridge Guà then there were the stables for the housing of animals during the night, but it was not for all: there were too many in the city and then you pay! "

An old program (source e-bay)

legs to get into town, ears to hear his voice but also her mouth to savor the flavor in those special days, in those days of celebration. "Often I was close to the Carnival," he said almost with her grandmother and grandmother Santa Antoinette. "Not far from where were the horses and where they had bargained the market with many stalls where he was a bit of everything ', even to eat. It was certainly different from what is now, but for us it meant so much. If you could buy something and then we went with friends to attend the horse races. The riders pilot gigs ran around the ring and the racecourse (now Circle) or rode horses and competed jumping obstacles. It was really exciting, "said grandmother smiling Santa in interpreting the thought of all those present.

A thought is like a small star, illuminates the present with a light that comes from the past, a time when a word was enough to move heaven and earth, to turn the dreams, to excite people, "Fair". And now try to forget it.