Testo in italiano The Nativity of the ancient Sicilian crafts di Giovanni Vallone We are in Maniace, a village nestled between the mountains and springs, in the eastern part of the island with Etna, Majestic and imposing, to supervise the sky of Sicily. Here is the story \u00a0about a river that was coloured in red during a bloody battle between the Arabs and the Normans and a castle that belonged to Horatio Nelson and its descendants, until the end of the twentieth century. During Christmas the inhabitants realized one of the most beautiful nativity of the \u00a0Trinacria, the ancient name of the island. A real ethno-anthropological nativity full of curious characters from \u00a0the Sicily \u00a0of one time. We went around \u00a0it along with Mr. Filippo, a local elder. He: This is the bake shop, she spreads the bread and the husband puts it in the oven. Down here is the traveller \u00a0and that's me: the Peasant He: That is the Ciaramiddaro (in Sicilian, the Zampogna the player) The Zampogna, together with the mandolin, the Fiscaletto, the tambourine and especially the Marranzano, is the typical instrument of Sicily. And the Tarantella the typical dance. He: This is what drags the steers to clean the ground or to carry something. He: This is the shoemaker. I still remember it as it \u00a0if was today. He: This one is shearing the sheep. Once the women worked the wool with their hands, they soaked it and made the clothes. He: At Maniace the women went to the river to wash. They all joined together and shouted: Let's go and wash the clothes cummare! I love being in contact with the Sicilians of one time , always generous and hospitable. Sicily is the land of the sun, good food and hospitality! He: \u00a0The pasta was made in these \u00a0big pots, once a week, on Sundays He: This is the charcoal burner. He used to do an \u00a0important job: he cutted wood and then made\u00a0 fire\u00a0 to make coal. There was no heat once and the charcoal served to warm us He: Here at Maniace in the evening we were all in the dark, there were lanterns with oil. The light came in 1965. He: These are our mothers who made clothes Nar: Here came the storyteller? He: Yes, of course. He stayed \u00a0two days. I remember when he told the legends of the Bandit Giuliano. It was like this: I want to sing the life of Salvatore Giuliano, the modern brigand and\u00a0 mischief... He: That's the knife grinder that passed through all the houses and shouted: Women, the knife grinder as arrived ! Christmas, in Sicily, as in the whole world, it is beautiful. And if you come to Maniace you will discover yourself all the other characters of this nativity. But, above all, do not miss the sausage and the walk to the Spring Trail. A\u00a0 Splendid Christmas to everyone!