On the left Lorenzo the Maremman, in the center Silvia the Mistress of the house, and on the right Alberto the Magnificent, in a photo that portrays them… although I have long maintained that Silvia is no longer the same as she used to be. In fact, she filled the basket with my olives: otherwise it would have remained tragically empty of mushrooms.
We are three musketeers, one for all and all for Montalcinello, each with a very specific task. Silvia definitely tends toward the role of mentor (see the genuine smile, that's really her): she hasn't written an article yet, but she's an old fox in this project, backed by a wise lineage. She observes, listens, weighs. Then she strikes, and I expect her to kick me out of this project at any moment (look at the smile in the photo: this could be my last post).
Lorenzo is the surprise of the moment: an unexpected, solid and concrete help, arrived from Gabellino as heavy cavalry reinforcement. When needed, he's there. And often even when not needed. May the Maremma be with us.
Obviously, aside from all the irony of the situation and our more or less declared return to the land à la Brancaleone, we are trying to bring Montalcinello back to its former glory and have chosen to roll up our sleeves. Like many of you. Not just with words, but with actions. Like those who unconditionally love this village.
To you who work diligently on the hills in front.
To you who have managed to resist the reckless abandonment, neglect, and negligence of the State toward these places.
To you who still love and fight unconditionally for Montalcinello, best wishes for a happy new year.
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