Daily life in old Bari is marked by the sound of bells. The grandmother told me that for each bell toll, an angel goes up to Heaven. “Ogne tocche de cambane alla dije, n’angelo sale a Dije” (For each bell toll per day, an angel goes up to God). This story saddened me because when an angel goes up to heaven it means that a person dies.
Grandma told me that death is part of life: just as you are born, you die.
Le campane
