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.... meet after 44 years ..

I was born in a village in Molise, Sannitico Mirabello, 60 years ago. My mother was the midwife conduct of the country while my father was a policeman with the rank of lance-corporal. My mother Emilia, Campania my father and two of us, me and my younger sister by three years left Mirabello in 1963. I returned several times over the years in my places of origin, prompted by a recurring dream that drew me to Molise. My quick points were marked by a kind of pilgrimage. visit to the birthplace, the church and the other two houses where we lived in the first sixteen years of my life. Carefully avoided contact with the villagers, fearful of the many memories that I should not say .

July 2007 I get a call from Vincenzo

I was at sea and are reached by a phone call from home that I felt that I had tried ... Vincenzo who wished to speak. I was literally speechless, Molise was alive once again loud and clear , not through my recurring dreams but through a person who felt and saw at least 44 years. For these strong emotions, the bond that binds me to my homeland, I decided that only one post, although long, did not exhaust the desire to share my experiences and Conscenza on Mirabello. The logical consequence is stto to create a specific blog open to contributions from all those people who still live there or who, for various reasons are also thousands of miles away. Mario does not like that nvedevo least 44 years. I therefore urge all those who wish to visit Mirabello on my blog and write contributing to its development.

http://mirabellosannitico.blogspot.com/

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By today, a gloomy day in late October, will start my adventure in the management of the blog . I intend to make an instrument of re-reading of my life and compare my experiences with those I consider to be unique as only that will follow the evolution of this work
the traveler