The Molin Camillo

Don Luigi Longhi & egrave; arrived at the & quot; Molin Camillo" for one of those providential turns that life at all, but in particular to those who have eyes to see beyond the agrave &; the banality & agrave; the newspaper.

Probably among the brambles of Molin Camillo, The young Emilia, came with his family to & quot; Chierro" in the 50s, has made some trips with siblings or with his friends, in adventure tours featuring all adolescences. What are your memories of those years had in relation to the banks of the river lapping at his house and that a few hundred meters pi & ugrave; downstream, gi & agrave; in those years, were becoming more & ugrave; prey of brambles and weeds, do not know. Avr & agrave; certainly known the last inhabitants of those houses that were in danger of being swamped by brambles, elderly inhabitants were in an area with no prospects, with children and grandchildren who were sparsendo the world in search of fortune. Someone occasionally returned, ma always pi & ugrave; rarely.

Crossing the shelter that, still, Bisingana crosses the paths and go into more and more & ugrave; uncertain and evanescent, revise next to old buildings increasingly & ugrave; empty and dilapidated, the fact Molin Camillo, probably also the young priest Don Luigi has done alone or in company… probably about what he saw or saw again on various occasions, are then compared in dialogues with essential and sculptural pap & agrave; Ludovico that, especially since he had retired, had made his home on the outskirts of the center of his thoughts, dreams and also concrete projects, the concreteness of his life, concreteness transmitted to their children, and in particular to that child a little' special because of that habit and almost never reach those hooves chosen as a trace of essentiality & agrave; in life.

All'Aravecchia was born in the meantime, the & quot; community & agrave;" and then, over time, the & quot; house & quot;. Places of welcome for people to heterogeneous origins, experiences, I need & aggravation;, almost all marked by tragic waste family or social or marked by negative experiences, however, such as alcoholism, road, prison experiences, illegal immigration, etc.… People & Quot; here if you are not where you want to go, Who?".

For Don it was clear that almost all those who had been welcomed into the community & agrave; or at home, that was kind of a last resort, the last chance to straighten a vit & agrave; wound sometimes profoundly and radically, marked by endless series of rejections almost unimaginable and sometimes absolutely incomprehensible. It made for & ograve; also realize that even in the style of the family who heroically tried to carry on every day of his life all'Aravecchia, the coexistence of cos & igrave; many & quot; peculiarity & agrave; human" could be significantly heavier and sometimes even dangerous. Find ways of living together and places that accept temporarily some of his children & ugrave pi; weak and needy became one of his directives and daily obsessions… It was not easy, structures that resembled the & quot; house" were just a few, local services & more ugrave; bureaucracy that & quot; house" for real people

Per don Luigi, after some time by the arrival of each guest, the stages of recovery are outlined in mind with precision and concreteness, but these stages were rarely places and real opportunities for their realization.

The & Quot; work" Directive was essential in the life of the community & agrave;, but to work in harmony people cos & igrave; different was not easy. Since the time of the & quot; casermone" had begun the series of & quot; cooperative" to channel and structure this great pedagogue & egrave; the work, but not enough, the practical needs of the people were many, and then you had to think, dream, design, bussando at this size, taking care and foresight with each pi & ugrave; little opportunity.

And one of these occasions, present & ograve; when an elderly Camillo let Molin & ograve; in heritage & agrave; a house in the neighbor who was busy so for those who had nothing and no one to rely. That was the beginning of a story that involved many people.

The beginnings were tentative because egrave &; forces were not many, but soon the & quot; climbs" Brusnengo at weekends became unmissable for some members of the community & agrave;. To do that he never wanted to get my license, be able to reconcile their Saturday and Sunday by its commitments to the parish priest with those of the community & agrave; was possible thanks to the generosity & agrave; and dedication of so many & quot; drivers & quot;. Even some guys cut their teeth on that path from novice drivers, sometimes a horse means that added a bit of extra adrenaline thrill of the typical neophyte. & nbsp; .

They cleaned up the banks, with the help of friends and some companies are remade the containment walls. For many of the boys were original work experiences that really made it possible to contemplate, After huge efforts and labors, the fruits of his labor. & Quot; here is that I am able to do something & quot;. And Don Luigi helped this process of self-embryonic sharing his dreams with them, with those who were going up every Saturday to lend a hand. There were some comic episodes and fantozziani like when someone pens & ograve; to fill the tanks of prestressed designed to contain the shores pi & ugrave; fragile and gravel before placing them in the site. Further labors which culminated always positively and with a little bit of experience and belief in pi & ugrave;.

With a minimal rearrangement of housing someone, particularly attracted to those jobs outdoors, in a fascinating landscape, however, and that was becoming more & ugrave; accessible thanks to the work that is lavished, decided to stop even during the week. The Molin Camillo became the second home for the children of the community & agrave;, the & quot; made almost entirely with their own hands & quot;, for this perhaps even more & ugrave; them of & quot; House" of Vercelli.

Here entr & ograve; silently in the game & quot; family Longhi & quot;, pap & agrave; Ludovico, sisters and brothers in their spare time. Since some of the & quot; boys" settled down & igrave; in that old house inherited from Don, not a day went by that someone did not pass a glimpse discrete. Sometimes a suggestion, other times a simple greeting, other times, if necessary, a phone call to Vercelli, with Don that & quot; enlisted" the first available driver appeared to Molin Camillo to settle issues, evaluate situations, bring into line those in need.

In this climate of & quot; second home" the community & agrave; some of the guys who worked in Vercelli obtained every now and then to spend some festivity & agrave; or vacation with their friends and those old walls then became witnesses of & quot; gogliardate" whose border was only the imagination… unforgettable New Years, cold but lots of fun.

Made feasible the banks, the attention of Don Luigi spost & ograve; the woodshed, on the opposite side of the courtyard, even a little' uncomfortable… Nacque with igrave &;, to gradually, the first chapel of the Molin Camillo. The place pi & ugrave; humble of a human settlement once again, on the tradition of the crib, becomes the house of God. But just because & egrave; house of God then, despite the poverty & agrave; of means, Escrow & egrave; to make it even more & ugrave; nice. And here beside the boys to Molin Don Camillo Luigi brings artists of the beauty of God are the singers. As a small cathedral of Milan, the site of the woodshed through the various periods that led him to be the jewel that everybody can admire today; by woodshed in the Chapel of the Transfiguration with the decisive contribution of Joseph Papetti and the recent conservation work of Isabella Vitti. & nbsp;

Some of the guys by their presence marked the evolution of Molin Camillo. In particular, we introduced the pets that lead to the creation of canopies, stalls, porcilaie ecc… all the equipment of a modern farm. And watch, torn with difficulty, but successfully brambles become regular viewers of fienagioni to give continuity & agrave; an increasingly stable & ugrave; rich that somehow ensures, for its part, supplies at the table of & quot; house" more and more of Vercelli & ugrave; full of guests.

At the home of Vercelli always come pi & ugrave; immigrants, the first waves of the migratory movement from the poor South to the rich north that will take us & agrave; the current situation of a company & agrave; now definitively but increasingly multiethnic & ugrave; problematic and uneven. Don Louis & egrave; the cutting edge of hospitality in Vercelli.

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