Bisceglie. I could tell the
monuments that the city offers ... ... and also
holes in the streets. I could describe the views
shows that the country ... ... and also
open dumps that civilization produces.
I could tell you the sea, the saints and the history
... ... and even episodes of blood that occasionally stained on my street.
But all of this have already spoken to so many.
I, like my friends of this blog, I prefer to write from time to time of little details, character, traditions and customs that Bisceglie gives to its citizens. And who is not the place (or at least the south) would be hard, perhaps, to fully comprehend. For starters ...
If you arrive to walk through the local Palazzuolo , hitting (perhaps no longer sure ... but years ago the crisis is felt) in a historical practice of the city. The farm laborers gather there for prmmètt . Or to promise . Promise What, you ask. They promise a day of work in the country for the next day.
Among them, as in every city that respects itself, lurks a kind never in danger of extinction and that the country Italy is full: the stangachiàzz . These "animals" roam the streets with tired face, as if afflicted. To see them tested in body and soul seem to be some kind of effort. But no. Their only job is to avoid finding one. If there is a place to sweat they are definitely somewhere else. They dedicated a popular tradition goes, then became a song that most people do not understand, saying that the effort is called chicozza and I do not m'ingozza, fatigue cherries called me and I do not trans.
About proverbs, speech itself is worthy of our dialect. It is said that St. Nicholas, cast in the wrong way from Bisceglie while preaching the Gospel, has crippled our speech. Indeed they are. And even among Puglia find it hard to understand. To be honest even farmers and fishermen, spoke in dialect, would be hard to understand.
And again. Typically Bisceglie is customary to give the nicknames. Especially in the past. So if my grandparents are trying to figure out who that person is the typical sentence is cur ac'apparten Sa? (You know from what family comes that?). And so between names and endless genealogies ...
Living in Bisceglie is fun. To be honest even die in Bisceglie is fun ... click here.
With the sole objective of curiosity, I close this first intervention with a sigh. Not literally of course. The sighs, born in the legend of nuns and a lover of breasts, are one of the sweets of Bisceglie. The encyclopedia Wonders of Italy describes in brief: specialty Bisceglie, sponge cakes, stuffed with various creams . Read a sigh is not that good taste is another matter entirely.
monuments that the city offers ... ... and also
holes in the streets. I could describe the views
shows that the country ... ... and also
open dumps that civilization produces.
I could tell you the sea, the saints and the history
... ... and even episodes of blood that occasionally stained on my street.
But all of this have already spoken to so many.
I, like my friends of this blog, I prefer to write from time to time of little details, character, traditions and customs that Bisceglie gives to its citizens. And who is not the place (or at least the south) would be hard, perhaps, to fully comprehend. For starters ...
If you arrive to walk through the local Palazzuolo , hitting (perhaps no longer sure ... but years ago the crisis is felt) in a historical practice of the city. The farm laborers gather there for prmmètt . Or to promise . Promise What, you ask. They promise a day of work in the country for the next day.
Among them, as in every city that respects itself, lurks a kind never in danger of extinction and that the country Italy is full: the stangachiàzz . These "animals" roam the streets with tired face, as if afflicted. To see them tested in body and soul seem to be some kind of effort. But no. Their only job is to avoid finding one. If there is a place to sweat they are definitely somewhere else. They dedicated a popular tradition goes, then became a song that most people do not understand, saying that the effort is called chicozza and I do not m'ingozza, fatigue cherries called me and I do not trans.
About proverbs, speech itself is worthy of our dialect. It is said that St. Nicholas, cast in the wrong way from Bisceglie while preaching the Gospel, has crippled our speech. Indeed they are. And even among Puglia find it hard to understand. To be honest even farmers and fishermen, spoke in dialect, would be hard to understand.
And again. Typically Bisceglie is customary to give the nicknames. Especially in the past. So if my grandparents are trying to figure out who that person is the typical sentence is cur ac'apparten Sa? (You know from what family comes that?). And so between names and endless genealogies ...
Living in Bisceglie is fun. To be honest even die in Bisceglie is fun ... click here.
With the sole objective of curiosity, I close this first intervention with a sigh. Not literally of course. The sighs, born in the legend of nuns and a lover of breasts, are one of the sweets of Bisceglie. The encyclopedia Wonders of Italy describes in brief: specialty Bisceglie, sponge cakes, stuffed with various creams . Read a sigh is not that good taste is another matter entirely.
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