A little relax

A little relax

There is a town in the north east of a southern European country

known as the town of the "three saying".

There is a meadow with no grass: a very large circus called Prato della valle.

There is a saint with no name: the saint patron Saint Anthony is called simply

The saint by the inhabitants.

There is a coffee bar with no doors: the Caffè Pedrocchi that in ancient times

was open all day long and through the night.

Since the town is also seat of an ancient university, its residents have usurped

the title that people have when they get a degree, and that here is not

mentioned (it would come to mind that the inhabitants of one of the

neighbour towns are called magnagati and those of a neighbour district

are called tutimati).

Well, I was talking about Prato della Valle …. non-profit organizations had been

invited to a meeting that took place a short time ago;

the association I belong to was among them.

We were greeted by a leaden sky and an ice-cold air that promised nothing

good.

The situation changed in the afternoon, when a high warm sun appeared

on the circus and a multicoloured crowd began to swarm through the booths.

Towards evening, after the sunset, when only a single person had been

enrolled, the vice-president Beppì had a brilliant idea: he started to ask,

"We are searching for people we can draw blood from. It is well-meant

of course. Would you like to be one of them?".

When we went home seven people had been enrolled in our registrar.

P.S.

A telephone company has recently announced a competition in order to

give the town a slogan; needless to say, the catchphrase "Padua,*the only

town that always knows which way to turn" came first.

*Padova, l'unica città che sa sempre a che santo affidarsi.