OTTAVIANO AND FLEMISH BRESCIA

The book by journalist describes a city of bright colors, sweet and melancholy

A tip of the compass on Pallata, where an old woman sells to his banquet three lemons for ten pounds, while the other trace a circle that includes square Rovetta, San Faustino, the Carmine and Peace. This magic circle of childhood Alberto Octavian, who is also a childhood of Brescia who still in the years 1948-1957 was largely in the circle of the ancient walls, as Dante would say. Those revived through the experience indelibly fixed in the memory and in the heart of the child, then a teenager, became a journalist and writer, are also the years when the city poor post-war boom of the omens are felt, for a breakthrough but also economic and social and anthropological moral. Still circulate the van warns that with the trumpet the arrival of the ice sticks, and the ice cream that presses on the pedals of his cart, but the holiday is no longer made at the acquaintances of Cain but in Romagna, where you can try the first heartbeat for a little German, while "double or nothing" fills the bars and cinemas. The axis on which turns this world is circumscribed course Mameli, where the author lives in a house around the corner from Pallata. Another focus of the narrative is the tailoring of the military father in the district of Carmel, with a thousand drawers full of stars and insignia for uniforms of order and out of order.