Dopo quattro anni di assenze, sono ritornato per "venerare" il nostro caro patrono Sant'Antonio Abate. Una festa religiosa, dove si accendono enormi falò nelle piazze, vie e borgate più importanti. Questa festa religiosa diventa pagana la sera del 16 di gennaio, quando alle ore 21.00 già la maggior parte dei "devoti" al nostro santo ha tracannato svariati cl. di vino rosso paesano. davanti quei grandi falò puoi trovare sia un quattordicenne alticcio, sia un ottantenne nelle medesime condizioni...insomma, è l'unica festa, nel nostro paese, dove non si fa distinzione di età, di sesso, di religione, di etnia, niente...davanti al focolare sono tutti uguali, non viene risparmiato nessuno. Poi ad un certo point they start teasing him: we went together with other fires to battle cry: "IARS IARS!", bringing a gift to the enemy a twig, a piece of wood, in other words "nu zippo," to help enhance the flame. .. at this point there is a verbal clash between the two contenders, however, solved by the clink of glasses of wine to toast yet another clash in ... in returning to their fire, may be, unfortunately, the "death" of a fighter, which eoricamente was sacrificed during the clash with the enemy, and decided to drink more of his companions. Back at home the real celebrations begin with guitars, drums, improvised dance .. at some point during the confusion General draws attention to a cry: "A GVUPPO !!"... is the voice of the high peua, one of the most loyal and faithful patrons of the event, with meticulous knowledge and wisdom that unites all numbering and creating groups of a dozen people to capture those moments with photographs, before a shot is called a if the group and, crying aloud: "HAPPY SAINT ANTHONY", take a picture ... (that teacher!) These were the highlights of the event, some moments I remember in fragments, others do not remember them at all , because basically I have been a courageous fighter, contemptuous of danger.
