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Sunday, almost the first sunny day this year, I went with a friend to Lake Viverone and I remembered the story of this marvelous zone that not everybody knows.
As you know, I lived in the Campagna region (with the capital Naples) for 22 years and learned some of their traditions, which I took with me when I moved to Biella. Here is one of my “rituals.”
As the train gently meanders into Biella, the surrounding mountains—rising majestically to 2,600 meters (ca. 8,530 ft)—seem to embrace the town in a silent, protective hug.
What could be less pleasant than spending your holiday in Italy in the pouring rain? But the Alps are always beautiful, and rain makes them more special in contrast to the everyday sunny mood.
Those were hard times, and neither side was made of “saints”. Iblet de Challant had a reputation as a hard and pragmatic man, not “courteous” to enemies. Giovanni Fieschi was not an innocent victim.
Mountain Rivers in the Biella region are the main arteries of human history, from the dawn of time to the present day, even though we are much more advanced than our ancestors in antiquity.
I finally understood that I need a page where I can see all the books I have written. There are these books on Amazon, but I still haven't updated the old editions to the new ones. So, they actually exist only in digital format. If you are interested, please contact me to receive them.
High in the Adamello range, where the wind howls and the snow never truly melts, stands an ancient sentinel of war—a cannon known as “L'Ippopotamo.” For nearly a century, climbers ascending Cresta Croce at 3,300 meters have stumbled upon this rusting relic, a silent witness to a feat of sheer determination and madness.
In the tender glow of a clandestine March in 862, amidst the formidable landscape of 9th-century Europe, a love story blossomed in defiance of royal decree.
The Alpine passes, magnificent gateways through the towering ranges of the European Alps, have been pivotal for trade, migration, and cultural exchange for centuries. Read some heartwarming stories
Lake Viverone
