Bridging a much-needed gap

In Italy bridges have assumed a tragic import since the collapse of part of Genoa’s Morandi Bridge in which over forty persons lost their lives. Italy, however, is the genesis of modern bridge building. The country abounds with some of the most ancient structures in the world. Roman bridges still stand after two thousand years and our mountains have timeless ancient packhorse bridges.

As for technological innovation I’ve already mentioned the amazing suspension bridge near Mammiano in my recent post at https://longoio3.com/2018/09/12/suspense-in-val-di-lima/ . An older suspension bridge is the stupendously elegant Ponte delle Catene bridging the Lima and two comuni, Bagni di Lucca at Fornoli and Borgo a Mozzano at Chiffenti.

Designed by Lorenzo Nottolini and inspired by his journey to England where he studied the structure of London’s Hammersmith Bridge (by William Tierney Clark, reconstructed by Joseph Bazalgette)

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and Bristol’s Clifton suspension bridge (Isambard Kingdom Brunel)

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the Ponte delle Catene was built in the 1840’s. Each side of the bridge is prefaced by imposing Roman-like triumphal arches and also has a terrace which serves as a centre for social gatherings.

On Saturday 15th of September two important events took place at this bridge.

First was the inauguration of a defibrillator on the Chiffenti side of the bridge. (It’s now becoming  increasingly difficult to perish of a cardiac arrest in our area. You may remember my post on the defibrillator inaugurated at San Cassiano thanks to the efforts of Paul Anthony Davies at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/living-more-safely-at-san-cassiano/)

Second was the inauguration of explanatory signage describing the history and importance of the bridge. These are located on each side of the bridge: at Chiffenti:

And at Fornoli:

After the inauguration and the speeches of the mayors and all those concerned with the two new features of the bridge there was the customary spread.

It was a beautiful day weather-wise, for Nottolini’s masterpiece and for our health welfare. Well done all those concerned. Where there’s a will there certainly is a way and one across a bridge that will stand for at least another few hundred years!

 

 

Santa Celestina: a load of hot air?

It was over ten years since I last witnessed the launch of Santa Celestina’s balloon. I wasn’t going to miss her this year!

The Balloon of Santa Celestina is made of paper and powered only by hot air. It’s launched every year around September 8 at San Marcello Pistoiese on the occasion of Santa Celestina, patron saint of the Pistoia Mountains.

Celestina was a third century martyr decapitated by the emperor Valerian, notorious for having dispatched more women than any other Roman emperor. Celestina’s remains found their last resting place in Gavinana and in the church of San Marcello Pistoiese, the busy little market town and holiday resort on the ‘high route’ between our Val di Lima and Pistoia.

 

In 1832 Tommaso and Bartolomeo Cini, during a trip to France and Switzerland, met Elias, son of Joseph Montgolfier, the inventor of the hot air balloon. Returning the visit in 1835, Elias Montgolfier gave Cini, owner of a paper mill of La Lima, a formula for the production of hot air balloon paper and a plan for their construction.

The launch date of the first balloon goes back to 1838 on the occasion of the solemn religious procession in honour of Santa Celestina. The colours chosen for the balloon were those of the Civic Guard flag of which Bartolomeo Cini was commander: green, white and red arranged horizontally (incidentally, the same colours of the Italian flag). These colours are used to this day.

Tradition says that if the balloon goes higher than the church’s bell tower it will be a lucky year for the whole mountain area, otherwise it certainly won’t….

And if the balloon catches fire through the brazier flames then it will be really doom and gloom!

We held our breath in the packed central square. The day was absolutely glorious. The balloon gradually inflated to its full, grand size.

 

I was allowed to take a peek inside the monster. It was terrifyingly hot in there!

 

Then the team held onto the balloon’s rim, crouched down, slowly lifted themselves up, held their hands high and…let go.

 

The moment the balloon left the earth to wend its way up into the bluest of skies felt quite emotional.

 

Luckily for us, the launch was very successful. The old-timers said it was the best they’d seen for years.

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We are, therefore, ensured a prosperous year ahead…at least in our mountaineous part of the world!

 

Some facts about the balloon for the technically minded:

It’s made of 24 strips of paper glued together. It is 15 metres high with a circumference of 30 metres, a total volume of 450 cubic metres and a weight of about 100 kg.

I Liberi Pensatori di Londra

Parecchie piazze a Londra hanno al loro centro un giardino privato aperto solo alle case che lo circondano. Belgrave square è una di queste piazze. Altre piazze hanno il loro giardino ora aperto al pubblico. Red Lion Square nel distretto di Holborn è una di queste.
Fu pianificata da Nicholas Barbon, un speculatore e economista, nel 1684 e presto divenne un luogo di moda.

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Nell’era vittoriana subì una decadenza che durò fino al ventesimo secolo. Fu qui nel ‘wages ispectorate’ che ebbi uno dei miei primi impieghi a Londra. Il reparto stabilì le minime paghe accettabili per quei lavori che non erano rappresentati dai sindacati; per esempio, i parrucchieri, i camerieri e le sarte. Se uno credeva di essere sottopagato ci poteva telefonare e si mandava un ispettore per verificare e rivedere lo stipendio.

Ora non esiste più questo utile reparto. Ci sarebbe invece una minima paga stabilita dal governo per tutti (che in troppi casi viene poco rispettata) e i sindacati hanno perso molto della forza che avevano anche trent’anni fa.

Infatti, il mercato del lavoro sta diventando sempre più ‘selvaggio’ che mai e le disparità tra i ricchi e i poveri si sono allargati in maniera allarmante negli ultimi anni.

Mi ricordo di Red Lion Square nei suoi anni di degrado quando era alloggio per i senza tetto e gli alcolici e drogati.

In una recente visita ho incontrato, invece, una piazzetta messa per bene con un cafè bar e panchine dove gli impiegati attorno possono passare la loro ora di pranzo e le mamme portare i loro bambini.

 

Anche se, purtroppo, poche delle case originali sono ancora in piedi e se, perfino, il mio ufficio è stato rimpiazzato, Red Lion Square (chiamata dopo un vecchio pub del ‘Leone rosso’) serba delle memorie importanti per tutti quelli che credono nella libertà di pensiero e combattono le tendenze neo-fasciste che, purtroppo, rimangono sempre nella nostra era.

Per esempio, in mezzo al giardino c’è la statua di Fenner Brockway (1888-1988), grande pacifista, capo del partito laburista indipendente, vegetariano, giornalista, militante per l’indipendenza dell’India, capo della lega contro l’imperialismo, contro il traffico delle armi, scrittore di romanzi utopici, amico di George Orwell e partigiano con lui nella guerra civile spagnola, anti-razzista, anti armi nucleari, presidente per la pace in Vietnam, riformatore del sistema d’incarcerazione e membro della società umanista ed etica di South Place, che ha la sede nella Conway Hall sulla medesima piazza.

A pensare che avere delle idee come Brockway, già ancora poco facile oggi, doveva essere una sfida molto più difficile nella prima metà del secolo scorso. Infatti, Brockway fu imprigionato e tenuto in isolamento per la sua opposizione alla Grande Guerra.

Un altro grande, commemorato nella piazza del Leone Rosso, è il filosofo (fondatore della filosofia analitica), storico, premio Nobel per la letteratura, attivista politico e matematico, Bertrand Russell (1872-1970), amico di Lord Brockway e con idee molto simili per le quali, anche lui, fu imprigionato. Disse anche, notoriamente, ‘non morirei mai per quello che credo perché forse potrei essere sbagliato.’

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Russell fu anche grande ammiratore del poeta che ha vissuto a Bagni di Lucca, Percy Bysshe Shelley, il quale sapeva a memoria. Incontrò perfino Lenin (che lo deluse).

Due altri grandi associati con questa piazza, trascurata da troppi turisti, sono il poeta e artista di origine Italiana, Dante Gabriel Rossetti e William Morris che fondò la sua ditta di ‘arts and crafts’ in questa casa.

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Più recentemente, fu in questa piazza che, nel 1974,  morì un giovane studente, Kevin Gately, alle mani delle forze dell’ordine durante una protesta contro il National Front, un partito di estrema destra.

A questo punto chiederete che cos’è il South Place (Conway Hall) Ethical Society. E’ la più antica società di liberi pensatori nel mondo, (penso anche a quella di Montefegatesi), fondata nel 1888 da William Johnson Fox che cominciò come predicatore religioso e finì come umanista.

L’oggetto della società è quella di sviluppare lo studio, la ricerca e l’istruzione nei concetti etici ed umanisti.

L’edificio art deco contiene la biblioteca etica più grande del mondo.

 

Ha una bella sala col motto ‘sia vero a te stesso’.

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In questa sala, di ottime acustiche, ogni domenica c’è una serie di concerti di musica da camera che risale al 1887.

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Insomma, Red Lion Square, cosi’ poco distinta in aspetto, contiene molte importanti memorie, non solo personali, ma anche di persone e di idee che hanno tanto lottato per farne del nostro pianeta un mondo migliore.

Chissà se mai lo diventerà?

Lucca: Italy’s Protestant Haven.

It’s not often realised that the supposedly historically clear-cut distinction between a Protestant northern Europe and a Roman Catholic southern Europe is not that clear-cut at all. For example, in Britain, Roman Catholic families, known as recusants, have never abjured their original faith since the great split the reformation created in the Christian faith.

Indeed, some of these families have retained high positions among the English nobility to this day; for example, the Duke of Norfolk, the first duke of the peerage, is the Queen’s (who is also head of the Church of England) second cousin. His main seat is at Arundel castle, Sussex.

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Arundel also possesses one of Europe’s finest Roman Catholic cathedrals.

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In Southern Europe, conversely, many Roman Catholic communities renounced Papist doctrine to form their own protestant sects. Indeed, the first signs of Protestantism were felt as far back as the 12th century with the Waldensians.

The Waldensians take their name from a merchant from Lyons called Valdo, who around the year 1170 sold his assets and began to preach the Gospel to his fellow citizens with the idea of renewing the church. The Catholic hierarchy reacted by excommunicating him. (Later Saint Francis of Assisi decided to follow the same life of poverty, but the Roman Catholic Church acted rather differently and accepted his order of friars).

The followers of Valdo continued their preaching despite being excommunicated, forming small communities forced, because of constant repression, to lead a clandestine existence. Their faith was inspired by the Sermon on the Mount and its fundamental tenets: the rejection of violence, the Roman Catholic oath of allegiance to the Pope, and the association of the church with political power.

Despite violent persecutions and the ruthless work of the Inquisition, the Waldensians kept their faith throughout the middle Ages. The areas where they largely settled were the Western Alps, Provence, Calabria and southern Germany.

Thus, both recusants in northern Europe and Protestants in southern Europe regrettably had their fair share of martyrs and for centuries had to practise their faith behind closed doors – hence the number of priests’ holes found in aristocratic English country homes and the secret locations of protestant sects in Italy.

Coughton Court, a National Trust property in England and home of the recusant family of the Throckmortons, has a whole secret section where Holy Mass could be celebrated:

Milton, during his visit to Italy in 1638, was fully aware of the situation and heard of the terrible massacre of the Valdensians by the troops of Charles Emmanuel II, Duke of Savoy in Piedmont  in April 1655,

As a result Milton wrote one of his finest and, certainly, most angry sonnets: “On the Late Massacre in Piedmont”.

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold,
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones;
Forget not: in thy book record their groans
Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled
Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow
O’er all th’ Italian fields where still doth sway
The triple tyrant; that from these may grow
A hundredfold, who having learnt thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

Lucca played an important part in preserving emerging protestant and, especially, evangelical ideas. Indeed, it welcomed the Waldensians as it welcomed Protestantism.

Thanks to enlightened rulers and to the establishment of a press which printed one of the first bibles in the Italian language and thanks also to the mountainous area of the Garfagnana surrounding the city to the north, Lucca has historically been more generous to those of evangelical faith than most other areas of Italy. Even here, however, papist power used to make life for Protestants in Lucca almost impossible.

The Diodati were a noble family and had the Orsetti palace built for them by the great Luccan sculptor and architect Nicolao Civitali. However, despite the fact that, in the Republic of Lucca, the Protestant reform saw the adherence of a considerable number of citizens, including members of the aristocratic ruling class, the Diodati were forced to leave for Geneva because of their belief in the Protestant Reformation. (The palace is now seat of Lucca’s mayor, Alessandro Tambellini, who kindly showed us round this magnificent building – see my post about this at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/a-meeting-with-the-mayor-of-lucca/)

The reason for the Diodati’s exile was that the Pope, suspecting what was happening in the Republic, began to exert diplomatic pressure on the government of Lucca. Lucca always rejected the Inquisition and the Jesuits, but fearing that the Pope and his army might invade Lucca, many distinguished Protestant Lucchese left the Republic. Fortunately none suffered physical violence but, rather, were helped by exiled Lucchesi.

Exiles included Michele Burlamacchi (1532-1590), Benedetto Calandrini, Pompeo Diodati, Michele Burlamacchi and his wife Chiara Calandrini, Teodoro Diodati (1573-1650) who studied medicine in Leiden, and moved to England, where he became a member of the Royal College of Physicians in 1616. Among Teodoro’s patients was Prince Henry, the heir to the British throne and a brilliant young man.

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Prince Henry lived at Charlton House in the borough of Greenwich, London with his tutor Adam Newton but sadly died of typhoid fever aged only 18, a real tragedy for the nation.

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It’s thus that his younger, less intelligent brother Charles became heir to the throne (and I think we all know what happened to him….).

Another Lucchese, Giovanni Diodati (1576-1649), became a Protestant theologian, professor of linguistics, and the translator of the Bible in Italian and French. Giovanni’s translation of the Bible in Italian stands comparison with England’s own King James Version in the beauty of its language and that fact that it is still used in church services today. Indeed, only four years separate the Italian translation (1607) from the English one (1611).

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We were privileged to meet a great evangelical leader and scholar, former pastor of the Waldensian church in Lucca, Domenico  Maselli , at a conference he participated in on that powerful mediaeval countess, Matilda, the lady who ordered the building of our famous devil’s bridge. (See  https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/11/15/borgo-a-mozzanos-matilde/ for more on this and  Maselli who regretfully died the following year).

In Lucca’s via Galli-Tassi there’s an evangelical Valdensian church with a very active congregation. A friend, who also directs a choir I sing in, is organist at this church.

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There also used to be substantial numbers of Waldensians in the hills above Barga, especially at Piastroso and Renaio. They were protected by an old edict which stated that anyone living above 700 metres was free to practice whatever faith they wished.

Today, the mountain congregations have all but disappeared through emigration but every year, in July, the Waldensian evangelical community elsewhere meet up at the local inn in Renaio, called’ Il Mostrico’, for an ‘al fresco’ lunch, a prayer meeting and a talk about their community.

I turned up, by chance, towards the end of this year’s Renaio gathering and was impressed by the welcome I received and the beauty of the spot.

In the nearby school there was an exhibition of photographs depicting aspects of the group. How much history, how many ‘mute inglorious Miltons’ must there be in these evocative photographs!

The principal message of the Waldensian sectors is the oft stated but all too often disregarded one that ‘God is Love.’

It’s both an easy and a difficult message to follow. Words like ‘tolerance’, ‘forgiveness’, ‘apology’, all too often remain in one’s mind rather than in one’s actions.

I felt that both the Old Catholic recusants of England and Italy’s Waldensians must have survived to this day principally because they had the strength to forgive those who perpetrated the terrible persecutions they suffered in the past and because they were able to apologise for the persecutors before God himself.

I wish we all had the same power to forgive and forget. It would make the world such a better place!

Bagni di Lucca’s Commemoration of National Liberation Day

Every 25th of April Italy celebrates the anniversary of its liberation from Nazi-fascist tyranny. It’s one of the country’s twelve public holidays equivalent to the UK’s bank holidays.

Actually the Second World War did not officially end in Italy until the signing of the Caserta treaty of 29th April when the Salò puppet government finally surrendered. Of course, the war didn’t finish in the west until 3rd May and it wasn’t until August 15th, with the Japanese surrender, that the bloodiest conflict in human history ended.

What April 25th does signify, however, is the general insurrection of Italian people against the dying embers of the fascist regime. The shibboleth towards the nazi-fascists was ‘die or surrender’ and it was uttered by Sandro Pertini who, eventually, became Italy’s most admired president especially for our own Her Maj.

Bagni di Lucca, in common with all other Italian communes, held its own commemoration which started in Fornoli’s Park of Peace by the memorial stone to Little Lilian Urbach, born in Bagni di Lucca and murdered at Auschwitz – a terrible story I have related in my posts at

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2017/01/25/suffer-little-children/

and at:

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/more-about-liliana-urbach-from-silvana-bracci/

Speeches and poems were delivered by the mayor of Bagni di Lucca, Paolo Michelini, Valeria Catelli and Virginio Monti before a group which included representatives from the partisan associations representing the nation’s freedom fighters, in close liaison with the allied forces, under their legendary leader Pippo, alias Manrico Ducceschi, commemorrated by the plaque you see across from the Forestieri but whose mysterious death in 1948 is the subject of a brilliant post by Paolo Marzi at http://paolomarzi.blogspot.it/2016/08/un-partigiano-scomodo-manrico-ducceschi.html

We then moved to Chifenti cemetery where there’s a memorial to the partisans murdered by the Germans on 18 July 1944 at 9 AM. These were Davino Bartoli, 29 years old and father of five sons, 23 year old lieutenant Giorgio Falsettini from Florence, Giovanni Frati, 17 years old, from Trassilico, Lio Olivieri, 26 year old, lieutenant Pietro Pacini from Fabbriche di Casabasciana, 26 year old Gabriele Pierinelli and his brother 32 year old Iginio Pierinelli, drivers helping partisans with supplies, and Giuseppe Raffo, a 23 year old student from Turin.

Again, speeches, accounts and poems were delivered, a minute’s silence was observed and a flower of peace placed before the monument.

Finally the group moved to Salvo D’Acquisto’s statue in Bagni di Lucca Villa to conclude their commemoration. I have told Salvo’s moving story at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/11/19/salvo-dacquisto-3/ . Do read it if you care about values of courage and fraternity.

What disturbed me a little was the relatively small number of people attending the commemoration, despite the fact that the day is a national holiday, Furthermore, I was the only English person there – after all it was the close collaboration between the Italian partisans and the British army that was a major reason enabling Italy’s liberation.

Clearly, holidaymakers to this beautiful country and, especially, the charming ambience of Bagni di Lucca, do not want to be reminded that just over seventy years ago Italy was a theatre of war – a fact which means that this liberation day was commemorated in every commune throughout the peninsula.

Furthermore, there has regrettably been growing indifference to the fact that for these seventy years Europe has been largely free from the endemic warfare it previously engaged in. Indeed, all those countries that have become members of the European Union have not raised a gun in anger against each other since. It is for this reason that the European Union was awarded the Nobel peace prize in 2012.

It is for me a bitter blow that there are still so many people that believe firmly in a UK referendum result that was based on lies and misrepresentation in spite of the continuing uncovering of these untruths and deceits since 2016.

Although not explicitly stated by the speakers it was felt to be a matter, not only of sincere regret, but also of uneasy premonition that dark forces are infiltrating a Europe that may be starting to losing the confidence of the immediate post war era for the murky thirties period. I, for one, would be ashamed to live in a country that is taking European citizenship away from me

Fede: La gattina che diede coraggio ai Londinesi durante i bombardamenti tedeschi

‘A tutti i costi dobbiamo salvare la nostra cattedrale di Saint Paul da essere distrutta dalle barbarità naziste. E’ così importante per il morale della nostra nazione,’ esclamò Winston Churchill all’inizio del blitz del Luftwaffe sull’Inghilterra quando la nazione era veramente sola.

Questa fotografia della cattedrale, la quale cupola è stata descritta come tra le più belle nel mondo, esprime come sia stata salvata per un pelo in mezzo di un inferno dove così tanto fu distrutto e così tanti persero la vita.

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Da bimbetto non mi dimenticherò mai il giro che feci con il babbo nei dintorni di Saint Paul’s. Vidi una devastazione talmente grande che a pena riuscivo a comprendere. Penso che da quel tempo ho imparato qualche cosa dell’assoluta futilità e stupidità della guerra e come son stato fortunato a crescere in un paese libero…. solo per un pelo.

 

In questa faccenda bellica entra un gatto. Ricorderete forse la commovente storia di Simon, il gatto che con coraggio estremo, aiutò l’equipaggio di una nave inglese intrappolata nella guerra civile cinese del dopoguerra. Se non sapete di questa storia leggetela al mio post a https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/of-simon-the-cat/

A Saint Paul, nel 1940, un’affamata gattina cercava alloggio presso il rettore della cattedrale e vicario della vicina chiesa di Saint Augustine and Saint Faith (fede). Il rettore non era uno molto affezionato al gatto ma dopo tre volte che la gattina cercava di entrare nella sua casa la concesse il permesso di rimanere. Chiamò la gatta tigrata ‘Faith’ dopo la dedica della sua chiesa e Faith fu molto utile a ridurre il numero di topi che mangiavano la ridotta riserva di cibo causata dalla guerra. Faith, infatti, diventò più cicciotta e poi il rettore si rese conto che la gatta era diventata incinta. Poco dopo nacque un gattino bianco e nero che fu chiamato ‘Panda’ per la sua coloritura di orsacchiotto cinese.

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Poi qualche cosa strano è successo. Faith e suo figlio decisero di scendere dal confort del salotto della canonica al freddo della cantina. Il rettore, padre Ross, la riportò al caldo ma la stessa cosa successe la seguente notte e anche quella dopo. A questo punto i nazisti lanciarono uno dei più grandi bombardamenti su Londra e il padre Ross dovette mettersi in un rifugio senza riuscire a trovare Faith e Panda.

Il giorno dopo si vide quanto fosse terribile la distruzione. Dodici chiese della city furono distrutte, molte case erano demolite in ruderi, incendi bruciavano ovunque e molti furono quelli morti e feriti.

Non sembrava possibile che Faith e il suo Panda fossero ancora vivi in quell’inferno. Però Padre Ross, andò presso le rovine della sua chiesa distrutta e sentì un miagolo debole. Scavò nelle macerie con l’aiuto delle forze civili anti-bombardamenti e trovò la sua amata gattina Faith coperta di polvere in un piccolo cubicolo protetto e allattando serenamente il suo gattino Panda..

Questa sua calma si trasmise agli umani che avevano dovuto subire una così diabolica notte e la Faith divenne una beniamina della cattedrale Saint Paul’s che miracolosamente sopravvisse a quella notte orrenda.

Infatti, venne l’arcivescovo di Canterbury, il capo della chiesa anglicana, per onorare il coraggio della Faith, la gattina che mise davanti a tutto la protezione del suo piccolo.

Purtroppo nel 1948 Faith morì e fu sepolta nel giardino costruito sui ruderi della chiesa distrutta. Il Panda, invece, andò a dare felicità in una casa di cura per soldati feriti.

Potrete visitare il luogo dov’è sepolta Faith. Rimane solo la torre della chiesa ma accanto è stata costruita la scuola di canto per il coro della cattedrale di Saint Paul’s.

C’è questa sua fotografia con sotto scritto:

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Our dear little church cat of St. Augustine and St. Faith.
The bravest cat in the world.
On Monday, September 9th, 1940, she endured horrors and perils
beyond the power of words to tell.
Shielding her kitten in a sort of recess in the house (a spot
she selected three days before the tragedy occurred), she
sat the whole frightful night of bombing and fire, guarding her
little kitten.
The roofs and masonry exploded. The whole house blazed. Four
floors fell through in front of her. Fire and water and ruin
all round her.
Yet she stayed calm and steadfast and waited for help.
We rescued her in the early morning while the place was still
burning, and
By the mercy of Almighty God, she and
her kitten were not only saved, but unhurt.
God be praised and thanked for His goodness
and mercy to our dear little pet.

 

(Traduzione mia)

“Fede”

La nostra cara piccola gatta della chiesa di Sant’Agostino e Santa Fede.
Il gatto più coraggioso del mondo.
Lunedì 9 settembre 1940 sopportò orrori e pericoli
oltre il potere delle parole da dire.
Proteggendo il suo gattino in una specie di rientranza in casa (un posto
che aveva scelto tre giorni prima che si verificasse la tragedia), 
sedeva l’intera notte spaventosa di bombardamenti e fuoco, a proteggere il suo 
piccolo gattino.
I tetti e la muratura sono esplosi. L’intera casa è stata incendiata. Quattro
i pavimenti che sono caduti sopra di lei. Fuoco, acqua e rovina
intorno a lei.
Eppure rimase calma e risoluta e attese aiuto.
L’abbiamo salvata presto la mattina seguente mentre il posto era ancora in fiamme , e
Per la misericordia di Dio Onnipotente, lei e
il suo gattino non solo furono salvati, ma rimasti illesi.
Dio sia lodato e ringraziato per la sua bontà
e pietà per il nostro caro piccolo animale domestico.

 

La Domenica della settimana scorsa ero presente all’evensong, il glorioso servizio di Vespri della chiesa anglicana a Saint Paul’s seduto proprio sotto la cupola detta la più bella del mondo.

 

L’ambiente, la musica, il coro cosi perfetto e, infine, il suono del più maestoso organo di Londra mi hanno veramente emozionato e in tutto questo mi pareva di rivedere e risentire quel coraggio che può salvare noi e il mondo come ha salvato la Faith (Fede,) che in una maniera conosciuta solo agli animali, è riuscita a intravedere quello che gli sarebbe successo se non avesse portato il suo piccolino a salvo in cantina.

 

Un gatto solo 

sembra fare vedere

il tuo futuro.

 

Il Foro Romano di Londra

Dolci vizi al foro? No, non sto parlando del film, meglio conosciuto dagli inglesi come ‘A funny thing happened on the way to the forum’, basato sulle commedie brillanti di Plauto e musicato da Stephen Sondheim negli anni sessanta.

Parlo, invece, del foro romano di Londra che abbiamo visitato questo mese nel sotterraneo di un parrucchiere.

 

 

Un’altra commedia brillante? Assolutamente no, poiché affianco, dove i clienti, donne e uomini, sono fatti più belli da una brava troupe di acconciatori, esistono proprio i rimasti del foro Romano di Londra che, quasi due mila anni fa, fu l’edificio più grande dell’impero nord delle alpi, a dimostrazione dell’importanza di Londra come uno dei maggiori centri Cesarei.

Originariamente costruito nell’AD 70 e poi ampliato nell’AD 90 – 120, il foro romano con la sua basilica occupava quasi due ettari di terreno e aveva un’altezza fino a tre piani. Infatti, questo edificio era più grande dell’attuale Cattedrale di San Paolo!

Ecco una ricostruzione della basilica e il forum com’erano nell’anno 120 dopo Cristo.

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L’enorme piazza all’aperto fungeva da luogo d’incontro pubblico e ospitava molti negozi e bancarelle. Era il centro social di Londinium, un po’ come lo è Piccadilly circus oggi.

 

 

Non pensate, però, di vedere eleganti colonne stile Corinto, grandiose basiliche, statue dei Cesari o imponenti archi trionfali. Invece tutto quello potrete vedere è questo….. un sasso:

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Sebbene alcune parti del forum siano sopravvissute, la maggior parte della basilica e del forum è stata dimenticata fino alla costruzione del mercato di Leadenhall negli anni 1880. Durante questi lavori di costruzione, fu trovato un grande supporto che avrebbe servito da base di un arco in una delle colonnate della basilica. Oggi, sono questi resti che si trovano nel seminterrato del barbiere all’angolo tra Gracechurch Street e Leadenhall Market.

E se siete un pochino disillusi, dopo avere visitato le glorie dei fori imperiali di Roma, di vedere l’equivalente londinese vi consolo con tre fatti:

  1.  Il barbiere è molto buono.
  2. Il mercato di Leadenhall è una squisita costruzione dell’era vittoriana con negozi belli e birrerie caratteristiche. Infatti, in qual modo, rimane la galleria della City di Londra come lo è la galleria Vittorio Emanuele per Milano.

 

 

3. Potrete ancora ammirare parte del muro romano che circondava Londinium nei pressi del Barbican:

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dscn8020_1-831537671.jpg(Davanti alla statua di Giulio Cesare (secondo millennio dopo Cristo) presso il muro romano di Londra.)

 

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Pietre deserte

‘sic transit gloria mundi’

maggior di Roma …

 

 

 

 

 

 

Napoleonic Dances, Food and Costumes at Lucca’s Ducal Palace

Courtesy of my friend Anna Benedetto, who promotes these events, there is a wonderful series of events in Lucca which will be of particular interest to all lovers of matters Napoleonic.

 

Fans, buffets, quadrilles and cotillons form part of historical re-enactments of the Napoleonic era in a very accessible way without one having to hunt for a suitable costume.

The events take place in Lucca’s Palazzo Ducale the historic centre of the city’s government and the residence of Elisa Bonaparte Baciocchi as well as of Maria Luisa di Borbone, after having been the seat of the Luccan republic for four hundred years.

The events run from 6 March to 3 April, at 5pm to 7 pm, with free admission and take place in the state rooms of the Ducal Palace. It is also possible to attend just one event.

Margarita Martinez, an Australian from Sydney, former director of Opera Australia and Victoria State Opera, before moving to Florence, where she promotes the rediscovery and spread of vintage dance and launched the Napoleonic Ball which enjoys international success, is the organiser.

From etiquette to food, to clothes from the Regency of Jane Austen to the Empire of Elisa Bonaparte Baciocchi, there will be five conference-laboratories on history, costume and society. They are five historical laboratories for learning about court life of the first decades of the nineteenth century. The five meetings will develop many themes: court customs, in particular Napoleonic customs characterized by a very rigid code dictated personally by the Emperor and in force at the Paris court as in all Napoleonic courts.

The initiative was born following the success of the Napoleonic dances and the afternoon dedicated to Luigi Boccherini’s Fandango, held during the last two years.

 

 

Programme Events

Tuesday, March 6: “Ventagli e Bicorni”.
(Fans and Hats). Through the dance, discovering the subtle language of the court in the Palazzo Ducale.

Tuesday, March 13: “Fashion: a ‘battle’ of styles”. Jane Austen’s Regency and Elisa Baciocchi’s Empire. You will be able to see and try faithful reproductions of men’s and women’s clothes with their accessories.

Tuesday, March 20: “Le Buffet Froid – food presentation”. The table as an essential part of scenography. Antonin Carême, great chef of the Empire and his ‘extraordinaires’ of cotton candy sweets.

Tuesday, March 27: “Contraddanze e Quadriglie”. (Contredances and quadrilles.) First practical lesson on the steps and basic dance figures at the time of Napoleon. No dance experience is required, but the use of shoes without heels is required.

Tuesday, April 3: “Minuetti and Cotillons”. Second practical lesson on the choreography of the various Napoleonic dances. No dance experience is required, but the use of shoes without high heels is required.

“Ballo a Palazzo” is an initiative of the “Napoleon and Elisa: from Paris to Tuscany” association, created on the occasion of the bicentenary of the installation of the Duchess Maria Luisa di Borbone in Lucca (1817-2017), whose commemorative events are sponsored by the City of Lucca, the Province of Lucca, the Cassa di Risparmio di Lucca Foundation and the Banca del Monte di Lucca Foundation.

Info: Facebook; Margarita Martinez: mailto, 340 853 4505. @annabe

Cat and Mouse in Longoio

The English idiom ‘Cat and Mouse dates from 1675 and means a repeated action where someone/something is pursued, captured and re-released. Obviously, the idiom derives from feline hunting tactics; cats love to play with their prey, wearing the poor mouse down until the final deadly paw stroke is inflicted. It’s immortalised in those ‘Tom and Gerry’ cartoons which are often starkly violent. Here is our beloved Napoleone, who passed away shortly before Christmas last year, acting out the metaphor in 2008:

The idiom is also infamously applied to the 1913 ‘Prisoners, Temporary Discharge for Health Act’, otherwise known as the ‘cat and mouse’ act. Suffragettes, this year commemorating the hundredth anniversary of their first obtaining votes for women, were arrested for civil disobedience and imprisoned. The likes of Emmeline and Christabel Pankhurst would resort to a hunger strike and the prison authorities would force-feed them, much to the embarrassment of the government, since suffragettes were well- educated and sometimes with aristocratic backgrounds. When sufficiently weakened by their hunger strike the suffragettes were released to be re-arrested the next time they committed a breach of the peace. The imprisonment, hunger-strike, force feeding and release cycle was repeated ad infinitum.

August 1914 signalled the start of the Great War; the suffragettes halted their activities for the duration and contributed to the war effort. As recognition the government passed the ‘Representation of the People Act’ in 1918 which gave the vote to all men over twenty-one and all women over thirty who held (or whose husbands held)  over £5 worth of property. This extended the franchise by 5.6 million men and 8.4 women.

Unfortunately the act, otherwise so admirable, introduced two further innovations which adversely affect the British voting system. One was the institutionalization of first-past-the-post election  rejecting proportional representation. The other was making residency in a constituency the basis of the right to vote.

The first-past-the post system has been particularly unfair to the Liberal Democrats. In the present parliament, for example, the Lib-dems have 7.4% of votes but are represented by less than 2% of seats. The residency system has mean that British citizens living abroad have no voting rights if they have lived away from their nation for over fifteen years.

The fact that the Lib-dems, and the Scottish Nationals, are the only parties to fully commit themselves to staying within the European community is thus particularly unfortunate in view of the UK’s absence of proportional representation, to say nothing about the 1.3 million of vote-deprived brits outside the UK resident in the EU.

Ironically it’s the proportional representation system that creates the persistent state of short-lived and volatile Italian governments.

In Bagni di Lucca the eyesore, blocking  views of the Lima river, of poster hoardings for the many parties Italy is saddled with have gone up, all quite, quite useless as a colleague told me yesterday since, in today’s era of digital  media, a majority of electors make their minds up by reading newsfeeds and blogs. Anyway, the Italian elections are due to be held on March 4th. I wonder if this time the country will get the government its long-suffering people truly deserve?

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(The election poster hoardings erected at Ponte a Seraglio. Behind them is the river Lima)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Novel Based on the ‘Arandora Star’ Tragedy

Italy has ever been a nation of emigrants. It wasn’t just the working classes who went abroad to find jobs, it was the professional ones too. Just to take Lucca and its fabulous composers: Luigi Boccherini sought his fortune in the Spanish court and Francesco Geminiani found fame with the English aristocracy. Today the Italian tradition in the UK cultural scene continues with such persons as Gabriele Finaldi, director of the National Gallery, and Antonio Pappano at the Royal Opera House.

In London I am constantly surprised at the number of young Italians working there: it’s a rare bus ride in that city where one doesn’t hear some Italian spoken. The good thing is that they are not all working on zero hour contracts but have been able to obtain prestigious jobs in finance, commerce and, naturally, catering.

The obverse is also true: for example, the head of Italy’s great Brera Gallery in Milan is James Bradbourne, born in Canada but a British citizen.

That’s why, of course, this Brexit nonsense is so hopeless and retrograde: a sign that an outdated colonial attitude still infiltrates the minds of too many English. As for those British emigrants (note: emigrants – not ‘expats’) to such places as our own Bagni di Lucca, and who still believe they voted ‘out’ correctly, I can only suggest that (unless they have since repented of their ill-informed choice) they are either unhinged or else totally without regard to the younger generation who, thinking about their future, overwhelmingly voted to remain within the European Community.

Sadly, the attitude of those persons reflects a similar attitude which permeated the background to the ‘Arandora Star’ tragedy. This was a British cruise liner requisitioned for war purposes. Loaded with Italian and German civilian internees on their way to camps in Canada, the liner was sunk off the Irish coast by a torpedo, launched by the U-47 enemy submarine under the command of Gunther Prien, on the 2nd of July 1940 with the loss of 865 lives of which 446 were Italian and 13 from our area of Garfagnana,

This tragic incident has inspired writer Caterina Soffici to write a novel to be presented on Monday 19th February at 11 am in the Great Hall of Castelnuovo di Garfagnana’s Istituto Superiore di Istruzione. “Nessun puo’ fermarmi” (‘Nobody can stop me’) is published by Feltrinelli with a historical introduction by Pietro Luigi Biagioni of the Paolo Cresci Foundation.

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The novel begins with the casual discovery of a letter shedding new light on the disappearance of her grandfather, believed dead in action during the Second World War. The search for the truth  leads the protagonist to discover the real cause of death: the sinking of the Arandora Star.

Those who drowned were innocent victims of suspicion and xenophobia: they had lived in the United Kingdom for years and many were second or even third generation. Yet all were considered aliens, even spies, and a threat to a country at war.

I can only imagine what these people must have felt when they were arrested for being ‘aliens’ and interned. It’s not surprising that something of the same fear permeates Italian and other European Union citizens living in the UK at the present time. To wake up after years of living in a country which seemed so open-hearted, in which one had a career, raised a family, a place one truly loved, and then suddenly feel unwanted, unwelcomed, uncertain of what may happen to one’s status; indeed to feel betrayed, as the result of a referendum which imposed a ‘will of the people’, using, incidentally, the same word as Leni Riefenstahl’s 1935 film ‘Triumph Des Willens‘ which extolled the Nazi credo.

(The Will of the People?)

This is, indeed, what has happened, since the June 2016 Brexit referendum, to EU citizens who have made their life in the UK.  (In this respect, “In Limbo: Brexit testimonies from EU citizens in the UK” by Elena Remigi, is an essential read: a book of testimonies from those who now feel in limbo in the UK).

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It’s also useful and educational to visit the Paolo Cresci museum of the history of Italian emigration in Lucca, situated to the right of the ducal palace in Piazza Napoleone.

 

 

Well set-out in a former chapel, the museum guides one through photographs and objects from the emigrants’ moment of departure through to the arrival in foreign lands and describes their difficulties and dangers. What is especially poignant is the fact that this is one place where a memorial to the victims of the ‘Arandora Star’ is found:

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The museum is part of the Paolo Cresci foundation which has a significant archive relating to emigration and also publishes a monthly bulletin. Full details are available at http://www.fondazionepaolocresci.it/.