Contest #IlFuturoNelleNostreRadici
Segni, between an incomprehensible language, an overabundant nature and an overflowing history
From the window I could see the mountain of Segni, I was six years old, and one day my father, returning home, introduced me to a friend of hisfrom Segni, a friendly and jovial man. When that nice gentleman started talking, I realized that I could not understand a word Read more…
