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Eva sleeps is what her mother replies to the postman in charge of delivering a package while we still don’t know anything about her.
Eva sleeps is a title that made me imagine something else.
Eva sleeps at the end of the book, but when I got to that point, I was moved because sleep represented a restitution.
And I was moved because there are bonds that can have the duration of a fragment but the indissoluble strength of something that nothing and no one can break.
This reading, once again from the series “Monica’s books” that I will never stop thanking, was a slow surprise, just like when something happens in life that you no longer expected.
And it is perhaps the things that did not happen that I appreciated, those that basically correspond to the truth exactly because of their absence.
Curiously I took another train trip this time from the far north of South Tyrol to the red and white lighthouse of Villa San Giovanni .
Looking from the window, images of the landscape and history alternate.
The history of Italy from 1919 to 1992.
The history of Italy seen from a very precise point of observation, high up, from the vertical earth.
But above all the history of that area that the most distracted, like me so far, call South Tyrol.
Francesca Melandri in her book published by Bompiani traces the events of the autonomous province of Bolzano, reconstructing a history that I had never considered in such detail.
Good and evil, souls and ideals, strategy and bad luck, intolerance and compassion are mixed within states, peoples, families, faces.
You should never forget to try to put yourself in the other’s shoes.
Ask yourself questions. All time.
Speaking of questions, there is one in particular that is constantly asked to Eva “Do you feel more Italian or more German?”
Her answer arrives right on the train, it is multifaceted and it could not be otherwise, considering all aspects.
Do you ever think about how much of you is the expression of your roots?
Hi I'm Claudia and this is KCDC.
While browsing your interesting blog and looking into “unknown corners”, like a naughty child exploring the attic and the cellar, I came across this old blog post of yours, Claudia. New food for thought!
These two sentences caught my eye:
2.”Do you ever think about how much of you is the expression of your roots?” Yes, I think about this question a lot. The more I think about it, the more I come to the conclusion that my genes are a very strong power in my life, more so than I ever thought.
PS: “Eva sleeps”
My three names are Olivia Eva Maria.
But this Eva here never sleeps. She is wide awake. Ha!
WOW really?!
They are all three “Italian” names in the sense that there is no modification or translation: Olivia, Eva and Maria remain as they are in Italian.
And they are all three really BEAUTIFUL names.
Thank you, Claudia. At times I like Olivia best, at other times Eva. Maria not so much because it sounds too Catholic for me.
In fact, Mary has a strong Catholic appeal. But it is also true that it is a very widespread name.
Both Eva and Olivia are very beautiful. I like the idea that you alternate them 🙂
I did alternate them earlier, now I only use my first name: Olivia. This is the one I like best, aftr all.
Olivia is really very cute! I really like it too!
For me it is the most exotic of my three names “Olivia” is not very common.
That’s right: even here in Italy it’s not a very common name.
And consequently names like yours remain impressed and connoted to the person in particular.
“Olivia” is not a common name in all of Europe. In Russia also, it is not well-known. The only “Olivias” I have heard of live in Latin America.
And then Olivia from William Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.
There is also a Mexican singer I like: OLIVIA MOLINA; Her mother is German, her father is Mexican. Quite a mixture!
A perfect mix I would say!
So on the spot I couldn’t remember it, but as soon as I started listening to the song I remember hearing it many times.
Merry! It puts you in a good mood, entertains, encourages you to sing and dance.
Thank you for the video, Claudia. I like it.
You are WELCOME!
I’m glad you liked it!
In some way we sang “together” when we watched it.
It is a long time I have not heard songs by Olivia Molina. She was born in 1946, she is 75 now. I do not even know if she is still performing. Do you know, Claudia?
No: I have no idea.
1946 is the same year my father was born.
He has already passed away.
So both your parents are dead. Both died early.
Yes, I have lost both of my parents. My mom when she was 54, my dad lived another 18 years, but without her he was never the same man.
I see a parallell here, Claudia: My mother died with 56, my father died 10 years later.
Yes, Olivia, a sad parallel.
I guess your father suffer loneliness too. Am I wrong?
I do not think he suffered. He got married a second time after my mother’s death.
I have noticed that it happens much more often that widowed men find a new partner than the other way around, but maybe I’m wrong.
I am not so sure, Claudia. I know some widows who married again and were happy. I never heard them complain.
Ah here. So I had a wrong view on this. I thank you!
Oh Olivia I can’t tell you HOW happy your “browsing the blog looking for unknown corners” makes me happy!
Thank you very much!
And I am very pleased that you can find food for thought.
I am happy that you find yourself in my sentence and that at the same time you find yourself within your family and that you find your roots within yourself.
This is a wonderful and natural aspect that goes beyond genetics and reaches deeper levels in my opinion.
And it is not at all obvious, not all people feel it, indeed in some cases there may be a kind of incompatibility or impatience, I think.
Incompatibility? Impatience? I guess we need to accept ourselves as we are. We cannot cut ourselves off from out roots.
I would never want to cut my roots either, but I have found that there are people who run away from their family, or from the place where they were born, sometimes they interrupt contact and feel themselves elsewhere.
I believe that family roots run deep, they are impossible to cut. However, the place where you are born may be simply haphazardous. My mother was a refugee from Riga, after World War II. Had she remained in Riga, I would have been born there, in the Soviet Union, from a different father.
Or would that not be ME ??? Would that be SOMEONE ELSE ???
This is a very difficult question.
We return to the field of destiny, of things that do not have a precise explanation, of variables.
Instinctively I would say it would have been you anyway!
I also believe that we return to the field of destiny, which for me is the Soviet Union turned Russian Federation.
So you would still have been as you are, because your roots are in the heart and not in the earth.
Yes, Claudia, the heart is important in this matter.
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