Rassecale in Irpinian dialect is the seedbed: our association stopped there to plant something last fall, now it is Luca and Aurora who are stopping there, in Mirabella Eclano, on their way up north. Where the magic of meeting as strangers and starting over as friends, or even cousins, is renewed. Where the simplicity and harshness of the everyday break down all prejudices, and the journey is populated not with more stops, but with new homes.

“I kind of used to think that in these freaky collective realities we did things a little bit like that and planted a few tomatoes doing yoga around the fire, and instead mizzeca in the evening we arrive dead. And in fact that’s exactly what they told me, that the garden wants the man dead.”

“I really like being in the garden, planting the seedlings, watching them grow, feeling the life in the soil and feeding on it. Luke, on the other hand, is more comfortable in the barn, and the beauty of being in a place with so many people doing different things and that allows us to be a little bit here and a little bit there, to learn a little bit from one and a little bit from the other.”

“The days are intense, long, satisfying. We work and live in tune, like organs within a body: we pulse. For the first time I feel that the onions I am watering are also my own, that I am carefully hoeing the potatoes not because they are asking me to but because I care for them as if they were my own. I wake up excited in the morning, wake up refreshed from my nap after lunch, curious to see what we’re going to do, excited to contribute.”

https://aurorafaletti.substack.com/p/wwofing-in-campania-fricchettoni