* Texts in collaboration with Roberto Sonaglia
Abstract
This story is inspired a note to popular legend. Is said to be a true story more or less half of the nineteenth century. Shocked the entire city of Naples. It was so blatant, that is handed down from generation to generation, there are several web sites that tell the fact, in several versions, including Wikipedia . I tell my own way that tells my grandmother, to which I have always believed.
course the popular story is very short, facts, situations, places (apart from the cemetery itself), and characters presented in the following story is totally a figment of my imagination.
The Fontanelle Cemetery is also known as Cemetery pezzentelle of souls, because in ancient times there were placed the remains of poor people who could not afford a proper burial. As far as I know, for the most part there are the remains of victims of the plague that hit Naples four centuries ago, or dead soldiers at the time of the Spaniards. But we can not exclude there are also the remains of famous people. It is said that even there, in 1837, were those brought by Giacomo Leopardi, when the poet died, a victim of the cholera epidemic that struck the city.
Skull Captain
Part
Carmela, in common with all the other girls of her age, had a dream: to marry and bear the surname her husband, and that of his future children. It was not very important with those who do, at that time the important thing was to settle, and she had now reached an age that was beginning to make her point by all as the old maid of the neighborhood - even though he had not yet twenty years - he suffered a lot, especially because her peers were all at least girlfriends, or brides. What worried her most was his physical, the pallor of the face and excessive thinness, gave her a rather sickly appearance, the men of the time - and not just them - they deemed unattractive. Concetta
Her friend told her about a day of Fontanelle Cemetery , vowing to have found his fortune since he was taken under his care the skull of one of pezzentelle souls, whose remains lay in complete anonymity there, who knows how long. Concetta was convinced that his skull belonged to a few brave hero of the previous century, who had not had a proper burial because she says the real heroes dying without glory. Maybe it was just that, but in reality Carmela thought the skull belonged to only one of those poor souls who died during the plague that hit Naples some two centuries earlier, in 1656, to be precise. But he kept that thought in itself, regardless of to whom the skull belonged, did not want to risk having ascended soul from purgatory to torment her, or throw them on yet more bad luck than it already patisse.
Concetta had been married for two months, and every day he went to the cemetery to pray the 'soul pezzentelle its mysterious hero, and ask the grace to have a beautiful baby boy, who would make his father proud to be man for having created an heir, and therefore do not have to suffer the shame of being seen as a failure.
One day the girl was able to convince Carmela to follow in that strange place, assuring her that if she had taken custody of a skull to ask the grace to find her husband, certainly unfortunate soul would soon be answered, just as had happened to her.
Carmela did not think long before accepting instill what it would cost? He gave one of those tormented souls in purgatory, the honor that they deserve all the dead, he would have taken away from the crowd by giving it a place for it sull'altarino that would have created to worship ... Concetta and then ... he was right ... if he had treated him well, surely the soul would have done so to fulfill his wishes.
And so the next day he followed his friend, he chose among the many skulls that more clear: not because that would almost glow shone a light, as soon as his eyes rested on it, but because he felt like a voice that ordering "here I am, you have to take me."
not afraid to be that voice, but did so immediately placing the skull on a glass case, which served as the altar, after it is clean and well polished, adorned with lots of beads, handkerchiefs, embroidered cushions, candles and flowers. Now tutto era pronto affinché l’anima esaudisse i suoi desideri.
 
Era passato qualche mese da quando Carmela aveva seguito la sua amica per la prima volta, e quel teschio, per lei, era diventato ormai una specie d’amico – o forse un’ossessione - a cui confidava le sue frustrazioni, e ogni giorno gli chiedeva di esaudire i suoi desideri perché secondo lei, era un diritto che le spettava, visto che fino a quel momento la sua vita era stata vuota come un guscio d’ uovo. La ragazza era così presa da quelle preghiere, che ogni giorno andava al cimitero ad un’ora sempre diversa, perché non voleva che qualcuno la seguisse and hindering his demands, or distracted by entreaties, or maybe just because he was afraid of seeing derided his devotion to the skull, even though he knew very well that nobody would dare to do so.
One morning on his way to that place, his pleas were accepted at last: he met a young man who showed her interest immediately. He was a plump and arrogant ways, and one that showed her clothing and how to flirt, had also come from a wealthy family. His name was Felix, a name that Carmela seemed a sign of fate, immediately and gladly accepted the attentions of the young, so he spent only a few weeks before the boy asked the hand, after having made a request to parents, as they used to do all the gentlemen of those times, and she did not miss the opportunity.
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