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GARIBALDI BOOTS

Garibaldi has never fallen dall'Aspromonte: Aunt Elizabeth, vows to meet him every morning when Dawn goes into the family land, down a half-gable-infested chestnut harvesters, talking cats and nuts prophetic. "Good morning, General" greets her aunt, educated. And he, warmly, "Good morning, madam. How are you today? "And then goes to secret paths (the Aspromonte has an incalculable number of passages, through past and future) in his poncho and boots camper make noise in the army. Indeed, aunts Garibaldi is the oldest secular saint of all, is the first of Che Guevara, Gramsci and John Kennedy. But somehow it is also the home, as his blood is still the smell of iron and salt, the memorial of Gambari, and his picture worn - the famous one with the wound in sight, the sword, medals lined up on red shirt in the background and a wooden door reinforced precisely to that of his grandfather Stefano - warns that as the first day (and there is nothing to do: I tried, I positivist nephew, aunts to say that these are a false: "Sometimes the truth is an intention," I respond, mandatory and categories, the philosophy). Garibaldi is the Italy of his aunts, Italy's largest non-mythological a courtyard, where we are all related, if not at least going for blood and affection, and above all speak the same language because we want to understand. Garibaldi will never elect not to get his affairs, not corrupt courts and conscience, will not use his immense power to create injustices. Garibaldi took Italy piece by piece and reconstructed it as a puzzle, helped by the fact that literature and art and language, and even nature had already made up, that puzzle, and came out a boot, as that of the general, won by the workers of Milan and pricked by the bullet enemies and then collected as a relic in Aspromonte 29 August 1862 by the volunteer Rocco Ricci Gramitto from Girgenti. To boot, the result of a generous, shod running and fighting, laundry by the enemy, collected and preserved as a relic is like Italy. My aunts always tell the story of General of the boot and Aspromonte who sheltered him, indeed he accepted a mountain because it is old and susceptible, but who knows that you are at a point in the boot: the party for the whole, and the whole for the part. The aunts do not know, but the Risorgimento without end is all there.