Giorgio Bocca

Then I was immortal

The tall mountain for the children of Cuneo was and I believe remains the scents to the Morelli refuge and the view of the Corno Stella and that Lourousa groove. They say that the Matterhorn is the highest rock in the Alps, the Corno Stella is their rudder, their archaic plow, their gigantic speak, their sacrificial altar. A casual but perfect geometry comes down next to this powerful rock, this unshakable force, one of the stepper gullies frozen in the Alps. There is a petrified harmony, iced, which reaches its inevitable climax in the Argentera trident.

How many hours did the full tour of the Morelli Baths from around Nasta and coming back to the Baths? Three hours? Four hours? Certainly then, the bones were of steel, then fell into a long jump on the stones without looking where feet would land. Then, we thought we were immortal.

The Matto is a friendly mountain, I remember the most beautiful alpine skiing trip. In May, between the two lakes, the largest alpine meadow swells with the spring snow, with symmetrical slopes that push you, lift you in the gentle curves. From the biggest lake to the top of the snowfields, they are not hastened, there they zig zag up the summit, appearing on the bright abyss at the bottom of which, one can see the Baths. Of the Maledia glaciers, my memory is fresh and of rustling the leaves, the white sheets exposed in the sky that appear at the fork for the Entracque rolling under clouds, green meadows and poplar trees, rushing of eaters. I learned, when I was on holiday in Valdieri, to fully cross the Gesso, leaving me to bring the water and trying to convince friends: do not be afraid, the water makes you go over the stones. But then I was immortal. Instead now if the time for memories which are the same as feelings: if there is the sentiment, then you remember the small details, in the smells, tastes, in the heat and in the cold, in the sharp light of a sunset or the fullness of noon.

From: Le montagne della memoria, Cassa di Risparmio di Cuneo, 19

Giorgio Bocca

Journalist and writer, he was born in in Cuneo in 1920. After passing through a fascist experience, he joined the Resistance. This struggle acted as a foundation for his successive activity, carried out in some of the most important Italian newspapers and periodicals and are all characterized by a traditional journalistic language, rather than a spoken one. Among his more recent volumes Partigiani della montagna (2004) and Le mie montagne (2006).


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