The final evacuation of Arts in Golf Chiesavecchia, scheduled for March 25, was postponed until April 9 for my work on the same day. The date of April 9 was a proposal from the co-executor (with Christa) Pat: Dalu, who offered to testify herself at the time of evacuation.
Sunday, April 9th \u200b\u200bI presented Chiesavecchia together with Christa at 14:30. Dalù was not there because he was due to return to Rome. Barnelli had been warned by Christa with my asssenso, and presented on stage at the wheel of a wheelbarrow and a shovel. Did not respond to my greeting and began to shovel a pile of sand. Then he answered in German Christa. After a brief conversation, told me that Christa B. intends to call a truck to clear what may remain on Chiesavecchia, which will cost some shopping and some use of working hours. It seemed to me that Barnelli wanted money in exchange for permission to clear as I needed to Chiesavecchia. Christa has agreed with my opinion.
I felt that my belongings had been seized in order to extort a ransom. This impression was confirmed by the fact that the tin box had been armored (for the first time since I had installed years ago) with a lock and the door of my little house of wood had been carefully nailed down (just like a coffin). Work performed by Barnelli "with pleasure", as one was to declare to Christa.
Someone has already said that I wanted to get out "by leaving dirt." I remind him that I went to my will and I decided that I did not, that so many items, gains and / or art for arts in the field, are classified as "junk." Usually, however, the agents of ethnic cleansing do not charge their victims details of their operations. I do not want to exaggerate but I remember one exception: in 1944, my father saw from the window of the prison of Bassano del Grappa, the SS forced the supporters to dig his own grave in itself, before you shoot them. Therefore, I would spend more than ...
to repossess my things, I was not able to have a verbal confrontation with Barnelli, which does not respond to my greeting me or apply directly to the floor.
I have not wanted to negotiate a ransom of my seized property, much less with the mediation of Christ. I did not want to resort to the Carabinieri, because I rather dislike, and also because all of Sotra Chiesavecchia was born with the famous Contract signed by Pat and me in the name of the law of law established by the holy David Lazzaretti. I did not even
wanted Divella nails, bolts and break lead in the presence of Christa, a physical confrontation with the Man of Pala (Barnelli). Which, no doubt with spectacular taste, she also smashed the little house of wood, leaving his ax thickens ... of war.
I decided to leave, leaving my possessions, and Chiesavecchia Barnelli to their fate.
Barnelli's fate does not concern me too much. I'm afraid, unfortunately (or luckily), now, after his final solution of the problem "Luciano Absolute Evil," Barnelli is confronted with an absolute evil within, so that may not expel acts of force, but on which it must make painful accounts. The fate of
Chiesavecchia is well over what I do. I am very pleased with my contribution to the restoration "fantarcheologico" of the Church, the sowing and the party on its surface. The Church is still there (which is several centuries), a monument of art and popular culture (mostly Christian), with the subsoil of human bones. It 'hard to clear all this or, at least, perhaps risky.
The fate of my goods is problematic. These are various kitchen utensils, biclclette, stoves and equipment of little commercial value. Then there are the furnishings of the Arts in the field: hundreds of meters of fabric, towels and shade, old burlap sacks, plus various ingenious devices of conviviality. Then there are five African weaving complete with every tool accessory. Then there's a dozen African fabrics "Kente" hand-woven, a dozen of my hand-woven carpets and tapestries, a dozen iron-woven masks, documents, and I do not know what else. Sprattutto I am fascinated by the yellow of the missing works: discaricate S. Catherine? degraded to ignoble uses? resold in any market? recipes from unscrupulous collectors?
Honestly, I would prefer that everything was burnt on the spot, a fire could end the whole thing, if not beauty, at least in keeping with the bad habit and psycho-drama drammarico ... impressed, let's say, just from Patrick!
