Travel, find, understand. Three verbs. Three physical and mental essential actions for people who are still wandering today; when someone thinks to have seen everything they could suddenly come across a road sign indicating “Barna” (a hamlet of Plesio). But where is Barna? But what is Barna? ( the name may come from Old Germanic “barn” = hut). It is a small hamlet in the mid-mountain with simple houses, some of which enriched by granite portals, and a church square with a pleasant four water mouths fountain.

If you walk on through the village narrow roads you will reach another small more rustic square, more fascinating than the first. It is called “square of the table” because centuries ago in the center of it there was a mill wheel leaning over a wedge used as a table by the tax collector, a sort of open air office, to collect payments and to issue receipts. At the end of the square, in a scenic setting (and how could it be otherwise) lives an over ninety year-old energetic and full of joy woman. Zita had a long career as assistant costume designer at “La Scala” in Milan.

She remembers the whims of the stars of the opera who fussed over the folds of their costumes; and she keeps dreaming about the outfits she would have liked to wear just for once, without going too fussy. Among all her memories of the years she lived in Milan she remembers the display of the dead bodies of Mussolini and of the other fascist hierarchs hanging upside down while for decency Claretta Petacci’s rock was tied tight to her knees. According to her death at that time didn’t arouse horror anymore and her first thought when she saw Claretta Petacci’s corpse was that Claretta was wearing silk stockings, a garment that a poor seamstress like her couldn’t afford.


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