Most likely, the historical Jesus worked for his father company, formed by a small group of workers moving from one town to another doing work, either in wood or stone. He was a carpenter, that kind of carpenter. I recall this after V. told me the story of a young Italian guy, X., full of tattoos -does not matter- who decided to join the Franciscans. He used to work for his father in the construction business as an operator. The monks of this religious order do not use shoes, but only sandals, and walk around with bare toes even in winter time. In order to fulfill the requirement, X. sawed off the tip of his working shoes and disposed of the fundamental piece of metal that plays such a protective role... Mighty view! A worker on the scaffold, dressed in overalls and safety shoes... But the tip: all his toes were at sight.
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Humanity is the word I would use to adjectivize the story. The Italians told me interesting stories lately, human tales. Paganini, for example: the evil genius of the violin and guitar who does not repeat what he does! And if there is a name-spell for the daughter you never dreamed to have, that is Fraccia. There is something conciliatory in seeing a couple of Italians laughing and making human philosophy out of Fraccia, La Belva Umana, a movie-to-watch by Paolo Villaggio.
The trip of discovery without leaving the premises. What else?!
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Humanity is the word I would use to adjectivize the story. The Italians told me interesting stories lately, human tales. Paganini, for example: the evil genius of the violin and guitar who does not repeat what he does! And if there is a name-spell for the daughter you never dreamed to have, that is Fraccia. There is something conciliatory in seeing a couple of Italians laughing and making human philosophy out of Fraccia, La Belva Umana, a movie-to-watch by Paolo Villaggio.
The trip of discovery without leaving the premises. What else?!
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