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When a child I was immersed in the pages of the book tearful heart, I always let themselves be carried away by stories. Among the favorites, that of evil Franti ("el'infame smiled"), or "The Man with the glass eyes," until you get to the Little Scribe Fiorentino, for obvious reasons parochial. But among all, "From the Apennines to the Andes" was what first attracted me ... It was not much longer than others and I, you know, I have always been ignorant. Moreover, it seemed just too heartbreaking, even for a polpettaro like Mr. De Amicis. Finally, above all, was about a world that does not belonged to me at all, was a kind of science fiction trilogy by Asimov and me I still have it on my bookshelf untouched, peacefully wrapped in his psychedelic hardcover. Sure, I had it in the Apennines, I did not know

where and how good it was, but I knew that from time to time on this phantom Apennines we went, I was told that was the brother of the Alps and in time became almost mechanical, after the first lessons in geography, drawing a brown stripe in the middle of the boot ... but the Andes, the Andes gentlemen ... ... what the hell were the Andes?!? Something like the Moon? Light-years distant places and missing in galaxies, probably uninhabited, or colonized by alien life forms of which was more reassuring to know nothing? Or more simply constituted a product synonymous with "Monculi Soprempoli" imaginary places vernacoliera Tuscan tradition, created to describe a place so remote that does not exist?

Well, yes. This thought. The Andes plays a more lexical than anything else, that somehow they had been relegated to some obscure way to say, after the historical occurrence and that over time they become so, close relatives of indefinitely on which ultimately was not worth investigating further.

Instead, in everyone's surprise, I'm here to tell you that I discovered that the Andes, these unknown, there are! There are serious!

and have nothing unreal, although they are often the scene of surreal situations.

Along the Andes, sailed the seas of my memory other shady characters. Those who appeared in the primary subsidiary some time after the dinosaurs, but only as a reference, and which was usually a small page dedicated to deepening the gray parts of 1500, however, decidedly in the shade than the bright company that supports them: Mr Colombo Isabella of Castile, up to the talented caravels (of which, well, if we were shown a picture, from time to time, I now have a clearer idea without having to rely on Wikipedia). In the gray box, then, were they. The natives. Native populations. The Mayas, Aztecs and Incas. Dai, woodpeckers, Mena. Their own. Those who made the pyramids with steps. Those who sacrificed human beings to the gods (again, trying to impress us ... but ex-post, I discovered to be rather widespread practice in less exotic places). Those who were the war in Modin. Those who, in the same way as the Andes, relegated to a corner of memory, because it was much easier to remember the Genovese and the beautiful queen of Spain, because the word extermination was not nice for the kids and because, after all, who cares ! That night, Columbus had discovered America and all started from there! The video games, microwaves, movies, airplanes, computers, internet. All work of Colombo. And those three cats? Bah, probably a linguistic construct them well, who stay in their box.

But ... There is no trick there is no deceit. There were, too. Oh, the Maya and the Aztecs have yet investigate, but all this, unless the President Garcia did not identify the construction of archaeological fakes a valid way out of the global crisis, it seems to be just the work of the Incas. This, which seems like an amphitheater, was actually used to carry out experimental crops: each level is characterized by a different microclimate and the center seems to focus particular energy (so special that when I was there, the 'I've never been more hives abandoned).

Below, however, the ruins of Sacsayhuaman, which is still not well understood, the function: perhaps a fortress, perhaps a temple. The fact remains that the Spaniards or withdraw from the megalithic stones and made their homes there. Belline, please, nothing to say. The colonial architecture has its own well and I find it very romantic that makes me feel in a book by Marcela Serrano ... but anyway, I say, is full of stones around the world, bring all your strength from them to you anna you 'to pija '?!?

And this is just an example. It seems that they have really made his big Pizarro. So big that it seems even that is no longer surprising to the words of the national anthem of Peru, when they promise that "Nuestros brazos, far unarmed, are always feeding the cannon, that some day the beaches of Iberia feel of its roar on terror. "Ma questa è un'altra storia ...