![]() ![]() The friend from grade school, inseparable playmates and memorable discussions. In that place I felt safe and someone always had to call me because I was taking too long.Ī few houses besides mine, there was my friend Claudia’s. I think you understood why I wanted to go down to the basement alone, so I had the opportunity to peek, maybe reach down to the vase I shouldn’t have touched, sneak a couple of nuts. And even though there was a long wooden ladder, I didn’t dare climb up. I could see boxes and old suitcases that I wanted to open to explore their contents. The highest shelves were like treasure island. Many different types of jars and bottles were ordered on the shelves. Succhini (little bottles of juice), jars and so on. Liqueurs and wines with labels, those for special occasions or to open with guests, were on the top to prevent them from breaking. On the ground, heavy, there were the demijohns, the pouring pipes hanging from the hooks with funnels and on the shelves the empty bottles waiting. The wine was transferred into bottles before arriving at the table and I still remember the racking operation. At that time my family still bought the wooden-covered demijohns from the local peasants to pour the wine for everyday table. Sometimes I could identify a precise smell, more often it was the sum of the light and perfumed sighs coming from the jars, fruit and potatoes placed in wooden boxes and covered with jute sacks, from the charcuterie hung to season.Īnd all over the sour smell of the wine. In the family we still laugh about the time we found grandma sitting in the coolness of the cellar, on a big, comfortable chair that I don’t even know where it came from.īesides, it always smelled good. There was also a tavern with a large fireplace, a laundry room that smelled of cleanliness, and a neatly stowed wood-smelling basement. The new house had a beautiful garden where my grandmother promptly created a small garden, not even that small. The most beloved was the one in the house where we moved in in the mid-seventies, before my sister was born.įrom the city center, where I was born, my family moved to the first outskirts of Imola, a small town near Bologna, ![]() When I had to go to the cellar to get a bottle of apricot juice, I flew!įour cellars for four stories. ![]()
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