From the Italy to China on the steamboat Java 1900
The evening of July 19th 1900 I embarked myself on
board of the steamboat Java of the Italian Navigation that
followed the line of Suez and that had to carry me in China.
China! This word alone evoked in me an exotic and mysterious world, a fantastic country in the most distant East. I was very young and full of enthusiasm, still shaken from news that came from those distant lands of missions burnt, Western people deceased, women and children besieged in the diplomatic Legations of Beijing.
Already, but what I'll have found in reality?
China! This word alone evoked in me an exotic and mysterious world, a fantastic country in the most distant East. I was very young and full of enthusiasm, still shaken from news that came from those distant lands of missions burnt, Western people deceased, women and children besieged in the diplomatic Legations of Beijing.
Already, but what I'll have found in reality?
Me, poor boy of the peaceful Piedmontese lands, of the
sweet hills of the Langhe, of the vintages, of the
"Freisa". I did not know. The mysterious and terrible China what was
in reality? What dangers, mysteries, opportunity represented for me?A mix of
curiosity and fear put me in a weird state of mind. I was directed in China
with my books, my maps mostly drawn by me and took bythe cards of the
Geographic Society, my Goertz, my precious slabs of glass "Ilford",
and who knows how would I find new or find the silver to develop them to make
photographs.
I was perhaps sad having close in the memory the shouting of the my parents and friends and the recommendations of my brother Michele, of always boiling the water before drinking, of being always on my guard, of not giving in to drunkenness and avoid brawls and discords.
Dear, good so serious Michele with his grey eyes and his now grey beard, I seem to see him read every day the newspaper in search of news of mine, drinking the coffee with his napkin in his lap, he veterinarian appreciated and considered in the lands near Chieri. Then visiting the friends in the restaurant of Angelo, so proud of the "Bottiglieria" that has just open and to discuss of my journey with everyone those who know of my journey like if China was a little country a little farther away than Buttigliera or Asti. Serious and calm, perfectly master of himself, with his grey and calm eyes, but unyielding and insisted many times.
I was perhaps sad having close in the memory the shouting of the my parents and friends and the recommendations of my brother Michele, of always boiling the water before drinking, of being always on my guard, of not giving in to drunkenness and avoid brawls and discords.
Dear, good so serious Michele with his grey eyes and his now grey beard, I seem to see him read every day the newspaper in search of news of mine, drinking the coffee with his napkin in his lap, he veterinarian appreciated and considered in the lands near Chieri. Then visiting the friends in the restaurant of Angelo, so proud of the "Bottiglieria" that has just open and to discuss of my journey with everyone those who know of my journey like if China was a little country a little farther away than Buttigliera or Asti. Serious and calm, perfectly master of himself, with his grey and calm eyes, but unyielding and insisted many times.
Poor Ministry when it will find itself bombarded by
his telegrams, to know how I am and what I do, when will I return, all the
things he does not dare to ask me directly in the letters.
The strange things you end up doing in the name of the affection and of the responsibility that tie the older brothers to the minor... While appeared on the bridge of the steamboat I observed the profile of the coasts of Naples to remove itself, besides the nostalgia, I felt really that I was in the beginning of a great adventure that would have changed all my life.
I was directed towards a land that, in the good and the bad, with its ancient civility ruled in Asia from immemorial times. Land for the most unknown, visited by the west voyagers very few times, land full of new itineraries to trace.
Above of me the stars glistened quiet, distant like China, and in the same indecipherable manner, and filled me with a weird one... solitude! Could I return home? I would have seen again my brothers, my mother, the friends, "Barba" (Uncle) Angelo. I did not know it. I was espected to stay in China months and instead I stayed here five years.
Five long years in which I saw things that with difficulty I could be believed if I told them.
But I have my photographs that document that it is all truth!!
The following relation is the story of my journey and of my adventures during these five years in China!
The strange things you end up doing in the name of the affection and of the responsibility that tie the older brothers to the minor... While appeared on the bridge of the steamboat I observed the profile of the coasts of Naples to remove itself, besides the nostalgia, I felt really that I was in the beginning of a great adventure that would have changed all my life.
I was directed towards a land that, in the good and the bad, with its ancient civility ruled in Asia from immemorial times. Land for the most unknown, visited by the west voyagers very few times, land full of new itineraries to trace.
Above of me the stars glistened quiet, distant like China, and in the same indecipherable manner, and filled me with a weird one... solitude! Could I return home? I would have seen again my brothers, my mother, the friends, "Barba" (Uncle) Angelo. I did not know it. I was espected to stay in China months and instead I stayed here five years.
Five long years in which I saw things that with difficulty I could be believed if I told them.
But I have my photographs that document that it is all truth!!
The following relation is the story of my journey and of my adventures during these five years in China!
For my beloved daughter Anna, my grandchilds Eugenio
and Laurel, that plays always between the "papaveri da oppium" of the
garden and make frighten my poor wife Giorgina.
I will omit something, I'm so sorry, but I am old, and
and it is inevitable when the time separates us from the memories, to forget
but for how much I will do it will be very difficult for you not understanding
how much I loved China and the people that I met here, above all my Japanese
wife that I was not be able to bring in Italy with me. In some manner I will
carry all always inside of me wherever find myself and for how much time it is
me still granted to live.
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SIAMO SULLA ROTTA GIUSTA PER IL SUCCESSO DEL PROGETTO: ADESSO BISOGNA COINVOLGERE TUTTI QUELLI CHE PRESENTANO UN VALORE INTRINSECO SPIRITUALE E CHE VOGLIANO O POSSANO IDENTIFICARSI CON IL NOSTRO ARCHIVIO FINO A FARLO PROPRIO E A CONSIDERARLO TALE. INFATTI NON SI TRATTA DI ME?NZOGNE MA DI UN PROGETTO DI LUNGO RESPIRO FINO ALLA CREAZIONE DI UNA FONDAZIONE CHE DETENGA PER TUTTI I PARTECIPANTI IL MATERIALE FISICO DELL' ARCHIVIO COMUNE A TUTTI QUELLI CHE AVRANNO PARTICIPATO ALLA SUA CREAZIONE E AL SUO SUCCESSO DAPPERTUTTO NEL MONDO E IN TUTTE LE LINGUE. A QUEL PUNTO NOI SAREMO DIVENTATI TALENT-SCOUT DI ALTRI ARCHIVI SULLA CINA DEGLI ALBORI DELLA FOTOGRAFIA NEL MONDO.
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