50th anniversary of the Florence Flood

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Florence wasn’t the only city to see the flood. Some left Viareggio with rafts in tow

In the blink of an eye, there are those who swear that still today they can see that small green Fiat loaded with bread. Someone called it the giardiniera, but [...]

The 1966 flood and the indelible trauma of memory

Every time someone mentions the Arno and the great flood, new memories always resurface in someone. Each one of those fragments of life is so priceless that they are worthy [...]

“When the mud swallowed dad’s Lambretta”

“We were there to help,” writes Giuseppe. His surname is Alighieri, just like Dante. And as well as also being from Florence, he also shares a language with the great [...]

Memories of the flood? Post them on Facebook

There are memories that you never forget, which not even time can erase or take away. Recollections which for some reason remain there, etched in memory, despite the fact they’ve [...]

From Bellinzona to the Mugello, memory travels on the commuter train

Being overly precise about the number of quotes and stories recalling the Bosco degli Svizzeri is of little importance, especially for two reasons. The first: for 40 years, this story [...]

The memory of the wood conserved in a shoe box

Never again. Whatever happens, there will never be a shoe box placed carefully in some corner of the house. It is of little importance if it’s a bookshelf or a [...]