The story of Sicily told by the storyteller: from year Zero to nowaday
In this episode: looking for a fiance for Lavinia, 1 euro, galactic accelerator for hitchhikers in Sicily
U fuiri è virgogna ma è sarvamentu ri vita
Cerami, inland Sicily, a villaage that became famous for a battle that took place 1000 years ago when the Arabs ruled in Sicily.
In these parts the people of Muhammad were defeated by the Normans, who soon replaced the Arabs in the leadership of Sicily.
Fifth domination after the Greeks, Romans, Byzantines and Arabs.
Their leader was called Serlone, he must have been tall and blond like a good man from the north, and he led an army of just 136 soldiers of Christ, while the Saracen rivals were fifty thousand.
That is to say: the Arabs were 500 times more than the Normans
Well, making a quick calculation, at that point Serlone had to ask himself: We run away?
Because, as a Sicilian saying says: “Lu fuiri è vriogna, ma è sarvamentu di vita” (running away is a shame but saves life)
But, for his goodness, a white knight apparently came down from the sky and gave a hand to Serlone and his troop helping them defeat the enemy.
The white knight was the archangel Michael in person, n ot just any one!
Ummmmm … but to me there is something that does not convince me in this story.
Let’s see if in Cerami I find the key to solve this historical enigma!
Down there is Cerami.
It is dominated by the so-called rocca ru liuni , the lion’s fortress.
It is a place that has always been inhabited: from all five of the dominations mentioned above most likely, but certainly since Roman times.
Here we are: via Roma, the central street of the village.
Senior citizens on a bench: a nice prey for Smashing Sicily
Nar: I heard you say minchia and I stopped
He: Forgive me …
Nar: No … it’s ok …
Splendid Tip: Minchia is the classic interlayer used by the Sicilians and equivalent, just to give an idea, in English you know. The difference is that the word minchia is not used only as an interlayer but with many other meanings and allusions. To say some of them: as an expression of amazement: my Gosh!; such as a male organ: the minchia or the penis; as an adjective to indicate a fool, or minchionel. And anyway, if you come to Sicily, at least once you have to say a sentence with the word minchia somewhere here . A suggestion? Here it is: at the restaurant, after enjoying a good dish, you can tell the waiter: minchia!
They’ve known each other since they were born, in the 1930s, for over 80 years.
He: Since we were children we have always been together, back then we moved away for work reasons and today because of the old age we are still here together.
Nar: When did you go to the sea for the first time?
He: When I left to be a soldier at 20 years old… but what sea when I was young … to work …
Nar: And where did you meet your wife?
He: In those days the mothers kept them tight and we used take advantage when their were parties … for the carnival they had dance parties … and here they used to use that women invited the males to dance
Ah, beautiful evolved women here!
He: Only in those fifteen days, then the woman was always at home
We are in Piazza Marconi and those are the elementary schools of clear fascist architecture.
METTERE FILMATO DEL DUCE ISTITUTO LUCE
From some of these balconies it is said that Benito Mussolini also appeared, perhaps to make one of his famous speeches that once commanded respect,nowadays it makes you laugh.
It’s strange how the costumes and fashions change: a dictator then would be a comedian today.
Walkking the history
Now the fun begins: we slip into the heart of ancient Cerami to find the clue that tells us how Serlone and his 136 men did, to defeat 50,000 Arabs
We are in the real Sicily: hinterland and traditions.
Many houses have a beautiful sandstone and many are abandoned.
You want to move to Cerami: 1 euro might be enough!
Stay calm and you will know!
Uhmmm… What a beautiful glimpse: A window framed in stone and an arch.
Who are you?
A Padre Pio tucked into a tiny cave.
Let’s see if anyone opens.
Nothing… there not in the house…
An open window: let’s see if we have better luck
She: Good morning
Nar: We are Sicilians who travel around Sicily and knock on people’s homes. How is it staying here in Cerami?
Lei: As long as there is the family, your fine
Nar: What are you cooking today?
She: Pasta with ricotta
Nar: I was already invited otherwise I would have come here
She: It’s a pleasure
Nar: What class are you?
She: I turned 90 . Please come in
The lady shows me the photos of the party of her 90 years.
A little kiss for me!
And we’re leaving.
I must confess that every time we arrive in these little villages of Sicily I feel like moving for life.
Passing narrow alleys we arrived in this little square that has clothes hanging on the left and the sixteenth-century church of Sant’Antonio Abate immediately after that pea-green car.
Inside the church there is a feretory of 1600: 400 years that people carry it on their shoulders!
A grocery store.
He: Good morning. Almost 40 years that I am here … a lot has changed here … in the 1980s there were more people now we are really few …
Nar: According to you why a traveler should stop in Cerami
He: For many reasons. There are beautiful little streets and beautiful woods. And then here we leave the keys attached both in the cars and in the houses: a peace and a serenity that are not easily found.
Ok, let’s start walking again.
Jack Jackfly, our 4-legged drone, flies over the roofs of Cerami … ehy be careful! …
But, I say,is this is the way to fly!
These birds one day or another will give me a heart attack!
Hey, how many clothes hanging out
Nar: So ma’m, we always do a riddle. We try to understand, from the clothes hanging, how many people live in a house. In think in this house live a man, a woman and two kids
What yes! This is the first time I guess!
Nar: What is a beautiful young girl doing here in Cerami?
She: I study at the university
Nar: Let’s see if I also guess what you’re cooking: meat with sauce?
She: Not really, ragù.
She: We are waiting for the men who are in the farm: my son and my husband
Nar: Where is your boyfriend?
She: There is no boyfriend!
She: Take this is our tradition of the feast of San Sebastiano, today. In the middle you put the orange and hang it in the bay tree and the children below try to catch it.
Nar: I have to leave but what is your name ?
She: I’m Lavinia
She: And I’m Maria
Nar: We will call this show looking for a fiance, which means looking for a boyfriend for Lavinia
She: Lavinia for now has to study … no boyfriends!
What a nice family.
How good we feel here in Cerami.
We have not yet discovered Serlone’s secret, but I feel that luck will help soon
We pass alleys and small alleys wrapped in millenary sandstone and arrive in a beautiful little square with a great view of the mountains and an old woman with a scarf on her head and a broom in her hand.
Nar: Hello ma’am.
Her name is Concetta and she’s from 1931
Nar: How many clothes hanging out, you are many at home
She: No just me and my husband
Nar: What are you eating today?
She: Nothing … I’m doing some cleaning … in here once we made bread
Nar: Listen, is it true that after the wedding you stayed eight days at home?
She: Then, when we went out, first we went to Mass
We continue the march and climb towards the rocca du liuni, the fortress of the lion, the highest point in the village.
The panorama widens and catches all the mountains surrounding Cerami.
There are the evocative ruins of the church of San Michele.
The castle and the oranges
We accelerate the pace and arrive at the top of the fortress of the lion’s: The history wraps us and even if nothing remains of the castle the power of the stone evokes the past.
Up here , have lived at least the following populations: Romans, Byzantines, Arabs and Normans.
In these parts Serlone overthrew the enemy army well over 500 times in number: but how did he do it, darn it?
Well will find out, I’m sure …
The legend says that he was helped by the archangel Michael, but I don’t believe it.
If there had been the var they would have disqualified him because you cant weave a saint!
Our invisible guide tell us that it is very late for lunch and we need to speed up the pace again.
We have 20 minutes left
And then, here’s what happened since we triggered the galactic accelerator for hitchhikers in Sicily: (read quickly but not very much): we passed the narrowest street of the village walking sideways like the Egyptians, we took the street dedicated to the leader Serlone , we arrived at the church of San Sebastiano where outside they offered us salami and wine, and then again salami and wine and also bread and oranges; then we entered the church and there were preparations for the feast with bread and oranges hanging from a bay tree and bla bla bla; here you sees Mr. You bind it this way and then you hang it on the tree; and how many people that made packages with bread and oranges to give to the whole village: here for you too and drink more wine! so they played the drums, STOP! Musical pause to catch your breath. . Tamburellata Ok we leave again: we left the church, we entered a crypt, then I remember that there was a scented trail coming from a balcony, we saw a lady who was cooking sausage and we begged her to let us taste it, she came down and fed us; slurp slurp good good; then we returned to the square, we talked to other elderly men, we climbed the church tower and we did the usual ringing of the bells, and then … zac! Here we are at lunch!
Mrs. Maria is hosting us in her country house right next to a river, in a setting of countryside, nature and mountains.
We are welcomed by a barking dog and the dish of the day is a typical local soup: u pipi vugghiutu, which is boiled pepper.
She: Oil, garlic, olives, dried Cerami peppers, dry sausage, water. After an hour we add the egg and then a few pieces of provola.
She: On Sunday morning my father prepared this soup, not for lunch, but for breakfast, and we all ate it. At the time of our parents and grandparents we needed something substantial before starting the day in the fields and this soup was perfect.
Hey, now I found it : this is the soup that Serlone had to give to his army of 136 men to defeat the 50,000 Arab rivals!
Nothing but help from heaven!
Stuff to envy the roosters of Asterix these pipi Vugghiuti or if you prefer potion of Serlone
The Campione Family fills our stomach to the threshold of explosion with other dishes and then we conclude the day with a digestive walk to the Cerami town park
One last visit to the Washhouse and greetings to all also by Serlone.