Da quando il maso è stato costruito, nel 1982, agosto è il mese della montagna. Io ho delle sensazioni contrastanti fine since I was little girl, on the one hand, the fact of resistance dictated by pique the way, I can not go for walks in montagna.Eppure are in an area that mountain lovers, from amateur mountaineers, consider it a true paradise The Lagorai, on the other hand, this stay out of my house chores and towns, quiesto slower pace might foster care, reading, embroidery, sewing: hand are pink impatience. I'm just unable to stand, to live in the moment: they are always one step ahead, with the head, the brain, which viaggai to ten times more than the body, as opposed to "me". In these situations I feel just split: there is my brain either side of reality, then I struggle to understand my size, where I am and what I am. I'm with the brain? I'm with the body? Of course ends with a general sense of alienation paralyzing.
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