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16 February 2018
#My gifts for the future 4
19 February 2018

I was six years old, and with my father and mother we went to the Lungarno, in front of the National Library. It was a special day, they did not let us go to school! My father had blackened with a candle the glass tablet that stood under the bathroom mirror, and we all watched together through that the sun-blazing disk becoming more and more concave, narrower, more and more subtle as the black disk of the moon seemed to suffocate it. The people were talking, the murmur was widespread, the birds made a loud oise. Suddenly the sun was gone, swallowed by the moon. Only a crown still sparkled around the black disk, and suddenly people and birds were speechless. And many dogs began to howl. A very strong emotion, the strange excitement of seeing something special, unrepeatable, but also disquieting, which put a feeling of emptiness in the stomach. I was happy: I was small but I felt important, a spectator of a huge event. A gift from my life.

S.S. from Italy

Sharing Europe from Florence started to collect memories from local citizens interested in the project activities. We asked participants to “write a message in a bottle” for the future, by sharing a relevant story for them.

Original version [Italian]

Avevo sei anni, e col babbo e la mamma siamo andati sul Lungarno, davanti alla Biblioteca Nazionale. Era un giorno speciale, non ci avevano fatto andare a scuola! Il babbo aveva annerito con una candela la tavoletta di vetro che stava sotto lo specchio del bagno, e guardavamo tutti insieme attraverso quella il disco sfolgorante del sole diventare sempre più concavo, più stretto, sempre più sottile mentre il disco nero della luna sembrava soffocarlo. La gente parlottava, um mormorio diffuso, gli uccelli facevano un baccano del diavolo. Ad un tratto il sole non c’era più, inghiottito dalla luna. Solo una corona sfavillava ancora intorno al disco nero, e all’improvviso persone e uccelli sono ammutoliti. E molti cani hanno cominciato a ululare. Un’emozione fortissima, l’eccitazione strana di assistere a qualcosa di speciale, d’irripetibile, ma anche di inquietante, che metteva una sensazione di vuoto in pancia. Ero felice: ero piccola ma mi sentivo importante, spettatrice di un evento enorme. Un dono della mia vita.

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