A day has gone. Today’s DP one-word prompt reminded me of one of my older posts.
Life, families, old memories, a world that doesn’t exist anymore in this part of Italy.
Thousand of empty yellow bricks houses stand in the middle of fields. This is where I live. It is so fascinating. Not more than 60 years ago life was living inside of them. A big family was sleeping, laughing, crying, chatting inside and out of them. Many of these families went to America or the North of Europe to search for work or a new house where they could eat something.
My grandmother who is still alive always tells me about the time when they lived there in 40 people more or less, different brothers together with cousins. They worked in the fields for some prominent rich families who lived in the big cities, like Venice or Milan. At the end of the day they had just a few to eat and nothing to wear on, just the basic for the everyday life and the Sunday mess.
These houses now…
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