For the theme of “ONCE YOU LIVED SO” I chose the picture of a historical re-enactment that takes place every two years, the month of October in Valvarrone in Premana (LC).
The Val Varrone, a small river valley that stretches for about 18 km from east to west, is carved entirely of very ancient metamorphic rocks. The northern slopes are steep even if handled and culminate with a coastline that from Legnone (d. 2600) to the nozzle Trona remains consistently above 2200 meters. The stream Varro takes the headwaters of the vents of Trona and Varro, and falls precipitously, along with other water streams tributary valleys to flow into Lake Como.
Despite the steepness of the slopes, the landscape is all covered with vegetation right on the high ridges. At the bottom there are chestnut trees and higher, between grassy clearings, copses with a predominance of beech, birch and alder. Over 1,900 meters begin the steep grassy slopes reserved for grazing. The fauna is quite rich in roe deer and chamois many of which can be seen on the slopes. The golden eagle nests on the steepest cliffs of Upper valley.
The latter can be considered the cradle of the steel industry valsassinese. It was precisely this area that supplied the industry Lecco and Milan the iron derived from the vein siderite, exploited in all probability already in pre-Roman times and continuously until the middle of the 19th century.
In this country it was rebuilt the way of life in the late 1800s: what was done, what you ate, how we dressed, how were true craftsmen, how they lived their children to school, as it was their suffering.
I really enjoyed to see people dressed in vintage clothes, old things of the country sang good for the environment. It was as if I had traveled with the time machine through the years.
It was really exciting to see people with their old clothes and carrying the tools of a job that no longer exists today, swept away by modernity.
It was interesting the relationship of this simple and friendly people, including the dialect, which brings us back into a world of the past. The views of the village with old street lamps, antique doors, cobblestone streets, created a strong suggestion.
I hope with my pictures that he had grasped, to have represented, and that he had forwarded these my emotions.