Chronicle of an evening ... Montesardo (Lecce), August 12, 2007, "festival de la pasta de lu home and have compiled porcu paesanu pri-pri" 18.30 organizers are beginning to place the food stands, in the meantime a team of fighters began to put fences everywhere. The country is safe now, thanks to our heroes. It 's so safe that I am going to find the grandmother should run half an hour to find a place to park your car.
19.30: first come the hordes of hungry people like wolves, the road is already clogged, the stands are beginning to sell groceries, while the stage in the square is being adjusted.
20.30: to the amazement of the crowd, the stage of the square rises the local Vasco Rossi begins to make an impressive show. All spectators are involved by the energy emanating from the singer.
people while continuing to eat.
Ore 22.00: "Vasco" the show ends and gives way to pluck Zimbaro group, the pastor down the center of the runway to be blasphemous but I ballare.Non seemed possessed, please chiamategli an exorcist. Somewhere there is a column of smoke and you hear a strange smell .. Well, the children will be .... And people continue to eat.
23:45 am: There has been the first victims of alcohol. Do you see why they are the only to walk back and say things like "Peace Brother", "I'm the king of the world" and so on. Meanwhile, the pinch continues to hold on the tourists came from all sides. And the priest did not convince me ....
1:00 pm: While we dance and sing, the people of the country begins to fantasize about the likely revenue. The undersigned, having heard the figures, he begins to fantasize about a possible robbery. And people continue to eat.
2:00 pm: On stage you see an old man in the country, such Ntunuccio, rising to sing some traditional songs unaccompanied, but with one voice marked by many springs. The singer Pino Zimba it looks fun to do and admired the old man's fist in the crowd. Then the priest takes the stage to sing and pretend to play the tambourine. Zimba can go home, so there are sosituti.
people while he ate everything, apparently still hungry someone tries to eat the weeds of the house, but the meal was not to be the best.
3:00 pm: The concert ends, the flow begins, the roads are clogged again, myself wait a bit before returning home. Meanwhile, someone took a guitar and start strumming to the streets. The undersigned is looking to kill time.
3:45 pm: The undersigned is able to take advantage of favorable road and go home. Right in front of the house is tarantolati extreme (well, the pain in the ass) casino that are singing and banging on drums like crazy. The undersigned, kindly ask them if we could stop playing, given the presence of people who used to sleep at night (yes, it is our tradition to sleep at night). The only problem is that the three tarantolati want to fight. Luckily the door of my house overlooking imiei visibly upset my father and brothers (had to work at seven). The tarantolati make two calculations and realize that 3 to 6 against them is not convenient and they go away. So myself go to sleep to get up at lunchtime, as usual ..
All in all, the festival was a success, say that it is now customary.
And my country can not help it.
