Sparks of conviviality
Back and forth between earth as bread, friends as flour, time as a meter.
Thanks to: Roberta, Matteo, Arturo, Anna, Nicki and the people by the fire, Silvia, Iaia e Luca
Recorded in: Atelier Apricale
LONG STORY SHORT
The first day trip of radioLina is ending in front of a bonfire in the center of Apricale’s main square. We sit on a long cold stone seat and above it, a small village that leans on these very black hills like the body of a sleeping lizard, like the name of the castle that remains here to our right. No one is left in the square, the Apricalese after the aperitif, a few glasses of wine, chatter and games with cardboard boxes (the youngest ones) have gone to bed and there is not much left, but the crackling of embers and a few cats prowling under these stars of a winter day that feels like spring. Today, while walking up and down those narrow alleys protected by the strong sun of the Mediterranean, we talked with Roberta and several others inhabitants, who told us the last seventy years of the history of this small village perched in the Maritime Alps on the border with France. Stories of a welcoming land, of pottery, of returns, of sandy soils and deep streams, of olive trees, of theaters and people coming and going, able to build houses, small economies and spaces for research. People who come, stay, leave for who knows when to return. Conviviality here seems to creak silently, like these little embers, fading out, in the core of the village.