Of course, between Comacchio and Petrucciani etc., all people who have made history, it would drive anyone crazy. Comacchio is surrounded by what I call our Everglades. Immense marshes, birds flying happily because they can't be hunted, eels resting after their journey from the Sargasso Sea and reproducing; they chose this place millions of years ago and have never left it. When we talk about loyalty. Comacchio was a bit like the Venice of the proletariat; here, until a few decades ago, there was blue misery. The people of Comacchio were known for the beauty of their women and for the vice... of stealing – I wouldn't want some comacchiese to get angry. Today I had coffee at Anita's, a small outpost of about 100 houses before the valley. I recommend you go there and maybe catch an evening like that of '84; in August they always organize high-level events at the 3 bridges and even outside. Bring Autan or some kalashnikov for the mosquitoes. It must have been a beautiful evening that July 8th, '84. I wish I could have been there.
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