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  • Scintillante petite flamme

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    Fiammetta Parola 
     
    J'ai décidé de rendre hommage aujourd'hui à notre architecte de Milan, à ses sourires, ses mots d'amour teintés d'esperanto sauce tomate avec un zeste d'huile d'olive. Il y a peu, elle vient d'en finir avec la construction du "Mercedes Milano Center". Un travail de romain. Etre une femme dirigeant un si grand chantier, c'est pas si facile. Fiammi est capable de soulever des montagnes avec son sourire et de mettre au pas des générations de maçons italiens aux allures de machos mais si tendres "in fine" avec leur "mamma". Elle ne s'appelle pas Parola pour rien bellissima Fiammi.
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    Son écriture en franglais mozzarella, si particulière, apparaît comme amortie dans la mémoire et, n'hésitons pas à le dire, dans l'abstraction. Le tout dans un fleuve de mots au long cours qui ne sert pas à corriger la vie mais bien à l'embellir. Une langue qui n'appartient qu'à elle et nous protège des intempéries du présent, en tout cas jamais obscurcie par les mauvais coups que réservent les épreuves du temps. Qu'on ne s'y trompe pas, Fiammi est une joyeuse pessimiste qui offre sa lumière incomparable, celle de l'essentiel. Fiammi a ce don d'aimer d'abord puis d'installer au goutte à goutte sa vision de la vie.
    J'ai découvert l'existence de Fiammi un matin d'octobre 2006. Le trois octobre pour être précis. Je sortais de l'hôpital d'Auxerre. Dora, la mère de mon fils Johann, s'était absentée définitivement le 4 juillet. Et la seconde mère de mon fils venait d'apprendre qu'un cancer du sang mettait sa vie en péril. Chouette période. Et Fiammi a débarqué dans ma vie, par email:
     
    "Dear Philippe M,
    My name is Fiammetta, I'm a italian "girl" of 35 years
    old... and, like a typical italian, I don't speak
    english!
    For this, please you forgive me... but, I hope that
    you can understand the meaning of my words.
    I write to you because I'm sure that you know very
    well Johann Meunier.
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    This my story.
    In this summer I went in Iceland with Raffaele (my
    partner) for a fantastic trekking with Fjallabak (from
    31.07.06 at 14.07.06, after we went in Groenlandia).
    Johann was our guide for 15 days, but for precision,
    Johann was a important my "guide spirituel" ... like
    often I told him laughing...
    Johann taught to me a lot of things, and not only
    about Iceland, but about many things: about him, about
    live, about me.

    Together we walk, live, live, sleep, eat, cook, smile,
    drink, smoke, and we spoke about a lot of things.
    He told me about his mother, abouth his father....
    about dead, life, pain, joy, sadness... happiness...
    about the past, the present, and the future.
    We have communicate with words, gestures, eyes and
    with heart where my english and my french did not
    arrives.
    Johann into our heart, and I don't know why... or
    perhaps yes...
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    In Iceland, in a fantastic place, Johann celebreted
    the wedding of me and Raffaele, in a spring of hot
    water... and we never will forget it!
    It was very funnny and unexpected... it was a Johann's
    idea!
    This was our first wedding!

    With me and Raffaele, Johann has open his heart
    speaking about his mother and his sadness and we want
    said to him: thank you!

    I promise to him that I will send a french book from
    Italy, for him and his mother.

    He give me his address in Reykjavik and his mail, but
    I lost it! (at airport in Paris my luggage was
    dissapear!)

    After, when I was in Italy, I discover that, when
    Johann specked whith me about his mother, my mother
    has an "ictus".

    I risked to lost she, and my mind I listen the words
    of Johann. In this time I would liked to write to
    Johann but I haven't his mail.
    (now my mother is very well and I 'm hapy).

    I try to see on internet, on Fjallabak, but in
    Fjallabak team, he there is not.

    And so, we (me and Raffaele) was surrender.

    In this week, I was on internet for my job (I'm
    architect) and for a strange destiny I saw the
    "blog_trotter".
    I was impress from "Le bonheur existe. J'en suis
    rempli à ras bord." Pierre Bergounioux
    and I started to read yours words... It is many
    difficult for me because I don't speak french, but I
    have my vocabulary and now there are many "free
    translation" on internet.
    It's not so easy for me understand the shade of yours
    words, but I understand the meaning and where the mind
    did not arrive, I try whith my heart and my intuition.
    It's very funny!

    After 2 days that I was on your bog, I saw "Fjallabak"
    and "66norht" and I said to myself: It's very strange!
    I loved Iceland, but read about Iceland in a french
    blog was very strange...

    After, on your blog, I saw the "Maison Rouge" and I
    rememberd that Johann's father lives in a soud of
    Francia.

    and so, my curiosity was very big, and I read every
    words in your archives.

    ... after I saw the photo of Johann and I saw Johann
    on the Maison Rouge....

    This was a very big surprice for me!

    after again, I saw the words of you and Johann, and so
    I understood many new things.

    I saw your photo on Flickr and I haven't doubt! Yes
    you are!

    I would like to write to Johann, and I need his mail
    and his address.

    I keep always my promise, and I order the french book
    for him  and Raffaele wants send to Johann a italian
    red wine.
    .... but we don't know where find Johann...

    Yesterday, on Flickr, when I searched my photo on
    sailing boat, I saw again Johann on "rainasun"! It's
    very strange!

    In this week, all internet speak with me about
    Johann... and all by change!
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    and so I said to myself: try Fiammetta! also you don't
    speak english and french, maybe Philippe M. help you!
    That's all Philippe M., this is my story.

    Please, can you help me? It is very important for me.
    We (I and Raffaele) would write to Johann soon,
    because he meet so many people and we are only a new
    face that he see in iceland trekking.

    Do you belive in a coincidence? do you belive in a
    sign of the life? yes, I belive.

    Even if I know Johann for a few time, I want said to
    him that he has a 2 new friends in Italy and my home
    is his home.

    I would like know if now he stay well, and we hope
    that he stay very very well.

    I send to you same photo to Johann in this summer, and
    if you are who I suppose.... you are happy to see him
    at his job in his land.

    I send to you also my photo for said to you: Hi
    PhilippeM, I'm Fiammetta!
    I think that this a right thing, because I saw your
    photo: you have a fantastic face!
    Thank you for your blog, for your words. and thank you
    for Johann...

    I hope that you have understood my words, also I don't
    speak english, and my effort and difficulty to write
    to you.
    I hope to receive your answer, and now you know that
    there is a new italian frind that stay on your blog...
    and I try to undertood.... learning french on your
    blog... and few time I will right my coment...

    For now, in october, I will start my first english
    course! I'm old, I know, but I think that is not to
    much late! I'm not perfect, but belive me, I have
    many, other, quality!

    Thank you PhilippeM, thank you very much to have read
    all my letter! I hope to help me and I hope to receive
    soon your notice!

    a big hug, with friendly

    Fiammetta "
     
    Voilà. Je laisse à chacun le soin d'apprécier l'onde de choc qui a été la mienne lorsque j'ai découvert ce message d'amour
    pour mon fils...
    et pour ce voyage au centre d'une terre qui est devenue la mienne depuis 36 ans.