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  • The last time I remember seeing ice sticks was during that far away winter back in 1985. Well, I know they're called "icicles" in English, but I've always liked the idea of sticks made from ice. I was six years old and Italy had been crossed by a wave of great cold from the Arctic.

    January 1985 was one of the coldest months in the history of my home country. It was defined the "snowfall of the century", especially in the northern Italian regions.

    I was very free and a bit of a wild child. No matter how cold it was, I was outside all the time. Ever since I was very little, I have spent many nights sleeping out on the hay. I was close to calves, cows and dogs as my mum couldn't afford to pay for a baby sitter while she was working on the farm.

    That year the snowdrifts were taller than me so I couldn't see that far. There wasn't much to see anyhow except endlessly rolling fields. Our farm was isolated from the village and in the middle of nowhere. There was only snow covered fields for as far as the eye could see. But I can remember the long icicles coming down the barns' roofs. I could see them high in the sky. When I was forced to get inside the house, I used to watch the whitened landscape from the kitchen window.

    It's been twenty-seven years since I last saw icicles in Italy. Everything is frozen and it reminds me of a wonderful time during my childhood when Nature seemed so pure and white. White as snow.
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