In a broken wrist 
a child suffering from arachnophobia, spider on the ceiling just enough to prevent me from sleep. My grandmother, for me to overcome this silly fear, took the spider in question (sometimes climbing on a chair) and, holding a strand of spider web, made him dance.
More or less the same age I was when I used to spend much Part of my summer holidays in his native village of that: Lequio Berria, a relatively abandoned by God to make me have fun While in the wilderness where the average age is around 70 years, my grandmother created with reels of wires and dogs with which I could go for a walk. When I was in the country by then she always went mushroom hunting and more, many times but these were just an excuse to take a walk in dark green. When my grandmother wanted to walk, taking the road that leads to Manera behind his house, took me through the dirt streets of cobblestone path of paths in a kind of forest hidden in a clearing where there was a large stone table , with stone benches, and a small house sull'albero. Non ho mai saputo chi avesse costruito il rifugio, ora, dopo anni, so per certo che lì qualcuno ha perso la verginità. La gita poteva anche spingersi dal lato opposto, all'acquedotto sopra casa di Mabilina, passando per un immenso campo di girasoli. Lungo quella strada c'era un'altra casina, di latta, dove secondo me viveva qualcuno. Credo si trattasse di un capanno per gli attrezzi, forse ci stava un barbone, più probabilmente anche in questo caso era un semplice rifugio per scappatelle amorose. Io ho sempre voluto credere che fosse la casa della strega di Hansel e Gretel, e questo, ancora oggi, mi fa paura.
Nella sua casa, punto di partenza di tante gite, mia nonna ha un fucile molto old, I think of his father. Keep it hidden under the roof with a thousand white mice and trunks of which she ignores the contents. Once, after which came the thieves, he said "well come back, waiting for them with this." This time I thought it was the bravest woman in the world. Only later told me how you escaped from the Germans who have shaved their hair, what it means to have a husband who gets sick and dies within a few years and be the last character of the unfortunate story of a family that starts with a adoption and ends with a car accident.
I probably I would have already thrown in Belbo, but she did not.
She is a hard times and the photos I have on testifies to the refrigerator. E 'standing on the deck of Cuneo, wearing shorts, walking boots and a machine gun. He has his hair combed and smiling beautifully. It looks like a pin up, but his eyes are angry and black. I still remember one time I saw a similar look. I was on a high wall a little more than a yard near the garden, being afraid to jump off I called for help. She said, continuing to raise the salad, "You can do this alone," then I replied furiously: "Die Witch." Not spoke to me for 5 days.
Grandma even if you call me "Nini", you make me do very embarrassing pictures with friends and strangers, and always tell lunches the joke of the hen, I love you. Much more now that you broke your wrist.
