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Of Cows and Men...
Could I have possibly forgotten about one of the few things I am proud concerning my hometown?
I am not going to have you acquainted with any single thing that occurs within the 25th 26th and 27th of May..., let it be enough to know that streets and lanes are filled with a hundred carts, awesomely adorned with colourful paper-flowers, (I've got my own..number 17th..) led by cows in couple, getting back and forth the tiny town restlessly. You may wonder what this festival is special for.., have you ever heard about the Spirit of Christmas, that comes knocking at our doors turning anybody into a kind-hearted person, even though it's just for one night? Well then, we've got the Spirit of San Pardo(the Saint the festival is in praise of)turning our lives upside down as long as those three peaceless days; anybody shows up, anybody's cheerful, anybody welcomes anybody, the whole town turns into a single body bearing a bottle of wine in one hand, and the lashes of the cows in the other..., have you ever gotten closer to a cow? Have you ever allowed her to rub your face with her sausage-looking jelly tongue? Have you ever seen a cow getting nuts by the crowd, getting rid of the lashes and starting jumping and bouncing and slamming anyone who's around down? Many got startled by assisting such a scenery, I thought they would have never joined that feast again..but they did, over and over again, ...One of those has been Alexandre Dumas, author of the " Three Musketers " and  " The man in the iron mask". Somehow he got to this God-forsaken place on earth, Larino, and made a tale out of the celebration he saw.., since then...nothing has changed. Here it follows a passage describing the festival...

This image has unchanged in three hundred years
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It's basically pretty much as in Dumas's observations..

A summarization of Dumas' " The Child of Death", based upon an event truly occured in late eighteenth century within Larino.

Guiseppe returned to Larino the following day and he arranged with a priest, who was a friend of the family, to perform a wedding service.When the Count found out the secret marriage he got nuts. He vowed that the Bishop's palace would be a prison and he set guards to watch the doorways by day and  night. The Count set a value of ten thousand ducati if the girl could be captured alive.The husband, if he were proven dead, was worth five thousand. Guiseppe got tired of his enforced imprisonment and decided to confront the tyrant. The Count had the habit of going for a carriage ride near the Fountain of San Pardo. Guiseppe halted the carriage. The Count was furious. "What do you want with me?" he snarled.

"I am Guiseppe Maggio Palmieri, and I want your life". After a struggle the Count got shot and fell lifeless without so much as a cry.

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The Count's young brother, a desperate man of ill reputation, continued to keep Guiseppe and his wife trapped in the Bishop's Palace.  In time, Angiolina got pregnant and their situation became more desperate.  Fortunately they were sustained with food by  many a friend in town. After several months, on the 26th of May, Larino was filled with preparations for the festival of the Patron Saint, San Pardo.

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The archway at the left bottom is the doorway to the Bishop's Hall.

In this day there is a great procession; peasants decorate their carts with garlands of flowers and ribbons of any colour, these they attach to the bulls dragging the carts.  The carts follow a procession around the town led by the metal-statued town's Saint accompanied by the entire population of Larino and several villages close by as they sing in praise of their San Pardo.

The procession, to enter the Cathedral, had to pass the Bishop's Palace where the young married couple was seeking refuge.  At that moment when the procession lay still in a square, along with cheerful singing, Angiolina, thinking she was safe by now, imprudently went to the window. At precisely that moment the Count's brother recognized her.  A shot rang out.  Angiolina fell to the floor of the room.  Her husband reached her nearly immediately.  He recognized that his young was murdered.  In the midst of his grief his first thought was for the baby.  "The mother is dead, but the son will live to save us".

Giuseppe, drenched with blood, emerged from the Bishop's Palace with his tiny son. With a gun in his hand he killed three of his tormentors, vanished down the narrow streets of Larino to the Biferno, and from there they escaped to Manfredonia and, eventually, to Trieste. The son was raised to carried out acts of vengeance to those who held arbitrary power over the people.  Giuseppe and his son had become rebels and anti-monarchist.

Here's one of those quotations(unfortunately) profoundly printed within
my hometown's cultural background....
- I'd better be alive and dumb as a donkey than clever and dead-