Marcin Jankowski, Paryż, Teneryfa

PENNICHELLA COL BOTTO - replica

In Roman dialect is synonymous with nap nap especially pomeridiano.
Un riposino in pratica, appunto quello che nostra madre ci ordinava di fare quasi tutti i giorni almeno fino alle soglie dell'adolescenza.
Credo però che la “pennichella” servisse soprattutto a lei per tirare un po’ il fiato considerando la gran fatica che doveva affrontare quotidianamente per dedicarsi alle faccende di casa e occuparsi della nostra famiglia di sei persone: genitori e quattro figli maschi.
Io, per la verità, non ho mai gradito quest’obbligo, non ricordo se era così anche per i miei tre fratelli, sta di fatto che andavo sì a letto ma stavo tutto il tempo con gli occhi spalancati.
Per fortuna, specialmente d’estate, finestra e sportelli della bedroom was slightly ajar allowing the daylight and sunlight to project on the roof like a film sequence in motion with the passage of people on the street.
I had my own personal screen at home em'immaginavo films of all kinds.
sprawled in the "Latvian" Mom and Dad did spend time dreaming up stories stories.
One afternoon in the summer of '43, the period in which, even then, dropped "smart bombs" on the city of Rome - memorable ones on the San Lorenzo district - an extraordinary thing happened.
I was, as usual, lying in Latvian for "nap" when suddenly a tremendous bang violently flung open the window and door of the bedroom hugely illuminating.
looked like a scene of apocalypse.
Yet there had been no notice to the usually unwelcome sound of sirens.
I stood almost paralyzed, our mother would go faster here and there to make sure I think if we were all well and at the same time to make us run to the "bomb shelter", that is in the basement of the building where we lived which was so "sure" that if they were bombarded with ping-pong balls we should have remained buried under the rubble as sorcetti.
Fortunately, the "bang" was unique and rare, at least in our ward.
In the evening we found out what had really happened. To a certain extent.
A boundary with the park of Colle Oppio, near our house, more specifically as a patron, then there was still a private clinic, maybe an agreement with the National Health Service, which on that famous day in the summer fall of '43 it is not clear whether a bomb or even a small reconnaissance aircraft.
still do not think there's any of us, residents in that area at the time, who knows with certainty the reality of what had happened.
Certainly the clinic went to rubble.
From that day until the end of the war, the agenda was carefully removed the usual nap.
With or without a bang.
THANKS TO ALL FOR ALL TIME.