Three degrees at 9am. Damp and windy.
Today Carmine straddles a divide. A north-south divide. Not a north-south divide like Italy's, with its prosperous, industrial north and its more agriculturally-based, less affluent south. Not a north-south divide like bitter old Britain's, with its overcrowded, overfed and overresourced south and its gritty, hardworking, roughliving north. And definitely not a north-south divide like Nigeria, with its northern, politically powerful Muslim states and its southern Christian regions. No Muslims here. And beyond regular visits from a group of particularly tenacious Jehovah's Witnesses, and the influx of visitors at holiday periods, real Christians are a bit thin on the ground too.
But stand on Carmine's churchyard this morning with the beautiful Chiesa di San Gottardo beside you, and to the north you will see the Alps shrouded magnificently in a very, very big, black and angry cloud. To the south is sunshine, blue skies, twittering birds and spring flowers. Nothing so tedious as politics.
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Tuesday, 22 January 2008
I'll pass on the politics
Three degrees at 9am. Damp and windy.
Today Carmine straddles a divide. A north-south divide. Not a north-south divide like Italy's, with its prosperous, industrial north and its more agriculturally-based, less affluent south. Not a north-south divide like bitter old Britain's, with its overcrowded, overfed and overresourced south and its gritty, hardworking, roughliving north. And definitely not a north-south divide like Nigeria, with its northern, politically powerful Muslim states and its southern Christian regions. No Muslims here. And beyond regular visits from a group of particularly tenacious Jehovah's Witnesses, and the influx of visitors at holiday periods, real Christians are a bit thin on the ground too.
But stand on Carmine's churchyard this morning with the beautiful Chiesa di San Gottardo beside you, and to the north you will see the Alps shrouded magnificently in a very, very big, black and angry cloud. To the south is sunshine, blue skies, twittering birds and spring flowers. Nothing so tedious as politics.
Today Carmine straddles a divide. A north-south divide. Not a north-south divide like Italy's, with its prosperous, industrial north and its more agriculturally-based, less affluent south. Not a north-south divide like bitter old Britain's, with its overcrowded, overfed and overresourced south and its gritty, hardworking, roughliving north. And definitely not a north-south divide like Nigeria, with its northern, politically powerful Muslim states and its southern Christian regions. No Muslims here. And beyond regular visits from a group of particularly tenacious Jehovah's Witnesses, and the influx of visitors at holiday periods, real Christians are a bit thin on the ground too.
But stand on Carmine's churchyard this morning with the beautiful Chiesa di San Gottardo beside you, and to the north you will see the Alps shrouded magnificently in a very, very big, black and angry cloud. To the south is sunshine, blue skies, twittering birds and spring flowers. Nothing so tedious as politics.
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