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A usual yesterday afternoon.

I was sitting here, facing the laptop in a full immersion state, reading the news and trying to catch up with the world after the week I spent on the mountains, half-awake but still dreaming, when my brother rang the bell!

He wanted to go for a walk with Lucky, my sister’s dog, so I put my shoes on and I joined in.

We went just around the corner with his car, then we took a walk in the country passing by some of the places where I used to live when I was a child.

I didn’t go for a walk in that area for ages. It was such a strange feeling being there after all this time, something was a bit different, like most of the buildings, abandoned and ruining down, a new quarry started then left to the vegetation that is trying to cover it, almost like when you feel ashamed of being naked and you try to cover yourself with anything you can find.

But some things were still exactly the same after more than 30 years.

We walked around the big walled park of the “Maggi” palace, were I spent 4 years of my childhood when my parents were working for the counts’ family who owned the place.

The thing that hit me more was the difference of size between the palace I was looking at, with his big park and long walls, and the huge place I had in my memories, far bigger, almost infinite, like if it is not me who had grown, but the place that had shrunk itself instead!

After the walk around the palace, we took a road that goes up Monte Orfano, (Orphan Mountain) named that way because it is the only mountain in the area, more of a hill than a mountain to be honest, but as it stands there alone, it looks higher than what it really is.

We met by chance a friend we hadn’t seen for ages, he used to be one of our Speleology Group, and since he was also going for a walk, we took the track together and went on for an hour.

We passed by “Bus de la Laca”,a small cave where almost every speleologist of the area have his first underground time, and it brought me back to those days when we used to go together to see a different cave every second week, like in an expedition, a group of crazy people full of energy, climbing the mud, hanging on long ropes for hours, getting wet, cold and dirty, and still have energy to get out of the cave and go to eat a pizza and drink a good wine and chat about our experiences as cavers, climbers, whatever…I missed that time when I was in Ireland…

After the pit stop at the cave, we kept walking and we took the way back. Despite there wasn’t many people around, I think I felt for the first time like if I was already walking my trip around Europe.

I was imagining how locals would react meting a stranger who walk alone in the country, what they’ll think about me, will they welcome me and give me some good advise, will they tell me a bit of the history of the place I was walking by…then I realize I was thinking too much and in the wrong place…

Still in Italy, still 15 minutes away from my sister couch…nowhere else people would look at you like if you where a sinner running from your mischief…

I am very happy about my decision to walk about, I only hope people will smile more than what they usually do when you go for a walk around here.

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