My legs were hurting and, frankly, I should have turned to the mountains much earlier in order to find accommodation there.
In Noli, I asked around in the shops and was told that I would have to go quite far into the mountains in order to find places that might be appropriate.
So I got going. After crossing a couple of streets, a man came running behind us, he was totally out of breath. He talked to me and said that he had a piece of land at the edge of town, with donkeys, and I could stay there. Yes, he had heard from the people in the shopping arcade that I was looking around. And the place was not far away at all.
All at once, the worries were gone. Relieved, I looked around, with a clear head and an open mind now.
Then I saw where I was:
Pure chance? I don't think so. Aren't we a good team, Aldo and I?
By the way, this is the first Aldo signpost I have seen since arriving in Italy.
It's interesting that the bodyguards who were murdered during the attack are mentioned as well:
“E Martiri della Via Fani”
Most often they have been even more forgotten than Aldo himself.
Most often they have been even more forgotten than Aldo himself.
The little paradise with the donkeys Gamin was allowed to join is ideal. I am even allowed to spend our day of rest there. Which means that tomorrow I will do important chores, but also relax on the beach.
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