One day the mother of a family of cantierini was preparing dinner when a traveler knocked on his door. "Lady give me something to eat, please, I'm hungry," he said. It was almost noon, the soup was cooking on the stove and, shortly, would come from the Yard's husband together with his four sons, hungry as ever. The woman thought about this too. He did sit and dish after another, the man finished the whole soup. Not eaten for days. The woman only then began to think that soon would come her husband and children. What would they say found nothing? Yet the woman, looking at the stranger who walked away, he thought that God would provide in some way. At one point, while he was absorbed in these thoughts, he hears the sound of a bicycle that was leaning heavily against the fence of the courtyard. It was his cousin. He came from Grado and had not seen him for months. "Hello, I thought I'd come to see you cousin is such a beautiful day and I brought home a nice salami. " The salami and a little 'bread was lunch that day. A miracle? Who knows! People's homes for a time as this Bisiach, Friuli, Slovenian, this episode is no wonder that even after so many years was the norm. Were used to help, come meet for every need. I sincerely believe that if today the Friuli but still want to talk only with the Friuli, with the Trieste Trieste, with the Slovenes Slovenes, Bisiach with Bisiach our region is in serious danger of being segregated, as in a maze with no exit, in sterile disputes parochial. Not should ask for identity cards, to help. As no stranger to the churches that poor woman.
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