Mistery

By Mario Marzano

This book is an intriguing story set in one of hte best places in Italy and probably in the world: Italy but mainly the author describes Castellana Grotte, Alberobello and Polignano a Mare. All villages which deserve more than a simple visit

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mario Marzano
• Release date: Jul 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826484303

Book preview

STONE.

MYSTERY In the Triangle of Wonders: Caves, Trulli and Sea.

know the whole dramatic and violent story of Aurora Nights, a woman born in the early 1950's and lived in the south-east of Bari until the dawn of the third millennium, will need to know other short stories set in the same years and in the same places.

All provides the reader with not only a polemorph of habits and habits of much of the social walks in the area, but also diverse facets of life lived by people throughout the south, which can be compared to that of the rest of Italy.

The stories are set in particular on the high and rocky coast of Polignano a Mare, home of Domenico Modugno and Pino Pascali, in the enchanting underground landscape of the Castellana caves and among the trulli of Alberobello, decreed by UNESCO as a patrimony of humanity. Also in the story are some historical and landscape features of the cities of Monopoli, Locorotondo, Noci and Conversano; As well as the origins of the Carnival of Putignano, those of the trulli and the caves with all their history.

... But Aurora Nights really existed? Or is a literary character born of the perverse mind of a failed writer? .. The posterity of the posthumous ...!

This novel has been set up in Polignano a Mare (BA), Castellana Grotte (BA), Alberobello (BA), MonopoliBA), Conversano (BA), Putignano (BA), Noci (BA) and Locorotondo (BA) Of fantasy work. The characters and circumstances described are inventions by the author and are intended to give truth to the narration. Any analogy with facts, places and people, alive or defective, is purely random.

THESE ARE THE WONDERFUL PLACES, WHO ALL SHOULD HAVE TO VISIT AT LEAST ONE YEAR IN LIFE, WHERE THE STORIES HOLDED BY PROTAGONISTS OF ROMANIA HAVE BEEN CARRIED.

Alberobello Veduta

Alberobello Trullo Sovrano

Bari Teatro Petruzzelli

Fasano Zoo Safari

Conversano Castello Aragonese

Egnazia Anfiteatro

Giovinazzo Porto Tamburo

Locorotomdo veduta

Monopoli porto

Polignano veduta

Polignano Lama monachile

Castellana Grotta Bianca

La Madonnina

La Grave

Putignano Carnevale

Sammichele Castello Caracciolo

Turi San Giovanni Battista Torre dell'orologio

Noci Torre dell'Orologio

DRAMA ON THE SEA OF POLIGNANO.LESBIAN LOVE IN CASTELLANA CAVES

This story I did not want to tell, but having received a strange letter from a lady called Aurora Nights, she was sent out in 1989, the year of the fall of the Berlin Wall to her partner, Francesco Bianco. I was curious and I tried in all possible ways to get in touch with her to get some explanation about it. I carry the letter to clarify to the reader what are the reasons for my great curiosity:

Dear Franco ... indeed to think about it you do not deserve my dear, given our recent reports. Love between us has vanished after the birth of Giuliano and Angelo, our two sons, beloved immensely by me, almost despised by you that you are the father because you are born severely handicapped. In essence, you have touched me that having a disadvantaged brother from birth, with a common father and different mothers, I had to be more careful to have children, not realizing that yours was an incomprehensible and absurd idea. With this apology, you have actually abandoned us by dedicating soul and body to your work as a waiter, which in fact makes you very busy because you have always wanted to earn as much as possible; However, even under these conditions, with good will, you know very well that you could find the time to dedicate to us. Instead, in your spare time, you paid attention to playing cards and bitches always at your disposal, and with me since I was born my angels you refused even to make love. Meanwhile I had to make my mother and father to my two angels, until it was destroyed, desperate, practically abandoned by all, and overwhelmed by the great suffering of Giuliano and Angelo did not do it anymore ...! Now that they are dead helped by my pity for them, I leave you and I will forever disappear from your life; That the good God should have pity on us cursed criminals. Goodbye ... Aurora

Alberobello August 8, 1989

Mr. Francesco Bianco

Street……. Castellana Grotte (BA)

Sender. Aurora Notti

Via Alberobello (BA)

Now I am here as I read and reread this letter, and these days I know how many times I did and resumed this operation, and finally to try the strong temptation to tear it out. However, I must honestly admit that my writer's curiosity is stronger than Marino Marzo's will to destroy it and pretend it has not happened ...; In the end to think about it, it's just a letter written in the far post 1989, when it's 2010, and I'm writing these notes. Perhaps that is why I'm sorry for Alberobello for months to find the keystone of history, or at least a clue to begin to find the so-called bandana of the mug, wondering if the script is a serious thing or a joke of bad taste He made me a few buontempone. But until this moment I did not find anything interesting that could help me, or at least not lose my time for a possible joke. But in spite of everything, something tells me that Alberobello with its wonderful trulli is the city that will help me to solve, at least partially, this mystery that I must admit fascinates me a lot; Also because the mysterious letter in all probability was written by a person who has lived there for not knowing how much time.For this city, universally regarded as the capital of the trulli, I believed that the etymology of its name derives from a Majestic tree and considered particularly beautiful, but with my great surprise, I learned that Alberobello is derived from beautiful trees, that is, tree of war. Reflecting on the reflections I was doing, I think there could be the concrete possibility that if the person Who wrote the letter is still alive and can still reside, so I could meet and decide together if it is a case to make a novel based on her story, or alternatively the story of her relative or friend.

Meanwhile I missed a curious episode that happened to me the other day: I was stopped in a Bar by two bourgeois people who have qualified as Carabinieri; The two presumed militiamen, one very tall and the other low and tarred with mustache, were curious to say to them by my strange behavior. In fact, to outsmart these perplexities, the tallest one came to mind now, scrutinizing me as if he wanted to scurry me alive, and murmured in a sharp voice:

We are doing some checks because it turns out that this bar is frequented by good people.

I answered a little surprised by this statement:

I will certainly not be one of these!

So why are you going to Alberobello by taking note of everything with your block-notes? "

Excuse me what might be interesting if I notice or not the beauties of this beautiful city?

My interlocutor stopped talking, and the lowest and bushy guy intervened, and with the grinning smile on his lips, murmured:

It turns out that you do not just notice the beauties of Alberobello but you have other interests ...

I tell you that I'm just an amateur writer and I'm going to make a novel set up on this town, on Castellana Grotte and Polignano a Mare, however if I happen I could set it up all over the southeastern Bari, only if I decided to consider This last hypothesis, I should have more money to spend and more time to waste.

The tallest of the two spoke again, remaining impassive: We know that you are not telling the truth.

Look, I'm telling the absolute truth.

Do ... tell me everything, why do you come so often here? So let's end it and give you some tips that you should do without stalking ... otherwise ... I was telling you ... he did not let me finish the sentence that I She said admirably: Come on, it turns out to us that you come to Alberobello to meet a woman who does not want to have any relationship with you.

This is not entirely true, I'm an amateur writer again ...

He stopped silent, returning seriously and assuming an official behavior told me: Favor his documents, and I would also like his cellphone number.

I showed him my driving license, and since I had nothing to hide and I never did the Starker in my life, I let him know my phone number. At the end of the required checks, the lowest guy said to me, without hiding a bit of embarrassment: You know ... we want everyone to come to Alberobello, tourists, writers, poets ... for example years ago it's gone For this city also Pier Paolo Pisolini, but we would not like to support the disrupters of defenseless women. We grew up, went out of the bar, and disappeared from my sight in a wink. To dispose of the anger and disappointment that

It brought me this unexpected encounter, I ordered a barmen to a super alcoholic and drank it without any concern that I can not drink alcohol, especially out of meals, and I wondered: who knows if they believed me, given the attitude of obvious disbelief, especially one of them ...! ... I do not know what to think ...; Yet I know very few people who live in this beautiful city, who no doubt deserves its world renown, but I have lost sight of them for years .... I just know that with the last person I've ever known originated from these places I have had no direct relationship for more than two years, and as far as I'm concerned, it could be enough and advanced! ... Anyway, think about it well if you keep Account of the absurd laws that the Italian Parliament has recently approved of stalking, I do not know whether this finding would suffice for some magistrate who, instead of paying attention to serious things, barks into nonsense that is neither heaven nor earth ...! Of course the carabinieri could not know, which at the very least these days, a little clue I had found, but it is so curious that I almost do not believe it either. In fact, the day before the strange encounter with our beloved militiamen in the bar, I had received a strange communication on my mobile; On the other end, a murmuring mumbled voice exclaimed, Do I speak to Mr. Marino Marzo?

Yes, who do I talk to?

You do not have to worry about who I am. What, is it fair to come in this way? She went on like nothing.

I knew you were curious to know the story of Aurora Nights, a woman who thought you were born of your fervent fantasy of a failed writer.

Look ... today I'm not in the mood of jokes, present and end it ...

It's not a joke, if you want to solve the mystery that keeps your mind down, you have to listen to me enough, otherwise I will not make you feel anymore and you will always remain with the doubt whether it was right to listen to me, or not ...; Marino March can let you lose, the writer of four money as you are you can not afford it absolutely!

Surprisingly, I had to see that it was obvious to me that I was more or less the same reflection as I did before; Is not that person reading me in the mind by phone? Jerk with myself of course ...!

I took the time pretending that at that moment I was passing a moving car, and then cleared my voice I said, It's okay she won ... tell me ...

Do you know the game of TREASURE HUNTING? Well, between us will work more or less this way: every now and then I'll call you, or I will send you a ticket to your home, about Wiping your car, which I know well, or where I feel it is best to do so, I will also be able to force you to use another person who will have to take your place in search of some of my missions or something else. I find that I will find the solutions I would feel appropriate to tell the story of Aurora Notti, which I might be, a person I know very well, or a person I know perfectly well. An invented character of healthy plant by me, and you have to keep in mind that you can not do anything to speed or delay the time of the story I will do ...