The warning is mandatory: if you feel like the old Scrooge of Dickens, and in December come assaulted by an uncontrollable urge to take the elves of Santa Claus and bury them all with a branch of holly planted in your heart, you should be away from these lines. The music of the holidays, you know, cannot escape the inevitable triumph of bells, reindeer and snowflakes. Even at tropical latitudes.
I’m back after so many years in the streets of my country, there where I spent my childhood and my youth that, in the age of unconsciousness, is eternal. But as adults, in a crude way, we realize that life passes quickly, we are consoled by the thought that the eternal is not in matter, but in the vibrations, sensations that hover around us and we perceive according to our sensitivity and our moods.
The island of Ischia, thanks to its geo-morphological and climatic peculiarities, is a unique environment, boasting a rich and distinguished natural heritage by its geographical and biodiversity. The most common name that is given to this oasis in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea is "green island".
Ischia, a land of peasants, sailors, wine growers, but also a land of .... ‘cribers’! Yes, because every year at this time our entire island is teeming with artists and professionals, young and old engaged in a real art, the Nativity scene that becomes a moment to meet and get together around a symbol of our faith and our history.