My grandfather told me that in the summer, when he was a child, after dinner they took the chairs out and stood at the front door to take some fresh while the children played a bit more. The elders chatted, told each other the facts of the day and sometimes the stories. And all the stories ended like this: “Storia mè nonn-è cchiù, mal’a llore e bbèn’a nnù. Sanda Necole e Gesù, stonne sèmme che nnù”. That is, “My story is no longer, bad for them and good for us. Saint Nicholas and Jesus are always with us “. Instead the stories that were told no longer remembers them!
Storia mia
