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“The triumph of death” in #Clusone, Location from...

“The triumph of death” in #Clusone, Location from #heartofflesh

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#heartofflesh #excerpt from Chapter 11- Soothing Gutting

He takes a left turn and arrives at the Oratory of the
Disciplines.

This simple, medieval structure has a very important
series of frescoes by Giacomo Borlone de Buschis that are famous all over the
world.

Andrea approaches anxiously and arrives at the
“Triumph of Death” with his hands in his pockets; the great Queen is
portrayed as a crowned skeleton with a large cloak, dominating those under her.

She is waving two scrolls. The one on the right says no
one can escape from her, so it’s useless to bribe her with money as pleading
men do.

While the one on the other side says she does not
want riches, but only the lives of those who beg her.

And she has two skeletons beside her. One of which has
an old shotgun and seems to be firing at the kneeling group.

No mercy!

Death takes every one, without distinction. But those
who offend God are taken with pain and force.

Andrea smiles cynically.

Clearly, Giacomo Borlone de Buschis had a romantic
vision of ​​death. His parents were good people, faithful believers, always in
church, and gave to charity. And the little skeleton has taken them from
him in a violent, painful way. But, who knows, maybe she invited them to dance
with her in the “Dance of Death” as shown in the central part.

“…do not be afraid of this dance,”
whispers Andrea, reading the inscription.

Is it really the dead who dance or it is us living who
join together in the Macabre Dance, while the dead don’t want to let go?

As he’s pondering it, the silence is interrupted by a
strange rustling coming from the wooden door in front of him, under the dancing
skeletons.

He looks harder and thinks that he can see a small, dark
outline. About to take a hesitant step forward, he hears a high pitched meow.

He moves closer now.

It sounds like a little cat is calling him.

Walking nearer to stand under the fresco, in the
shadows is a black paper bag, crumpled closed. He touches it slowly with the
tip of his shoe and the bag moves before his eyes. He kneels down and opens it.

Inside is a small, dark haired ball of fur, trembling
and crying: it’s a tiny kitten.

“And what are you doing here?” he asks, his heart
missing a beat.

Absurd! And if I hadn’t come for a walk, what would
have happened to this little cat? They’ve abandoned him in a bag, poor thing.

He’s in no doubt about what to do. Even if he knows that
he can’t keep it, he lifts it up and decides to take it home. He leaves it in
the bag, but folds back the edge so that he can see it and stroke it with his
finger. It’s so tiny that his finger can hold its little black head. Its fur is
disheveled and he can even feel some grains.

When he gets to the lamppost at the foot of the steps,
he lifts it out of the bag with one hand.

It’s black with a dash of cream on its chest and its
eyes are as blue as the night sky that brought them together.

“How beautiful you are,” he whispers,
touched, and the cat stop meowing. “Oh, little one. Don’t worry, I’ll take
you somewhere safe.” He walks off, with the bag in one hand and the
abandoned cat in the other, close to his chest. “I’ll give you a little bath
and a drop of milk. But don’t poop on me, okay?”

He looks at it, so tiny and helpless, and feels
responsible for it. It seems to be resting now and Andrea can’t help but think
about a strange interweaving of fate: a black cat under the Dance of Death as
he thought of his parents.

He doesn’t believe in these things, but is shaken
nonetheless.

He has no choice but to put it back in the bag while
driving and it starts crying even louder than before. “Calm down, I’m
here.”

As soon as he parks, he takes the cat in his hand
again and it quiets down.

He walks into the house and goes straight to the
bathroom, turns on the light and puts it in the sink. It meows loudly.

“…shhh. You’ll wake uncle up like that,”
he whispers.

Taking off his jacket quickly, he begins to look at it
more closely. It’s not hurt, just very dirty.

He turns on the tap, mixing hot and cold water, and is
about to wash it when someone knocks on the window. He turns around and sees Susy’s
outline.

He opens the window. “What are you doing out
there?” he says, gesturing her to speak quietly.

“I was at the swings. I was waiting for you, but then
I heard a kitten,” she says softly with her finger to her mouth.

Andrea nods and smiles. “I’ll open the door, hold
on,” he whispers.

“No, no,” she says, climbing agilely through
the window. “I can get in through here.”

“Weren’t you with Pietro?”

She shakes her head, seeming annoyed by the question.
“I’ll tell you later. Let me see the kitten.”

“I found it at the Basilica, under the dancing
skeletons,” he jokes, showing it to her. “Crazy, right?”

She jumps up and down and claps softly. “Oh, how
adorable!” She waves her fingers. “Let me hold it. Please,
please.”

“It’s filthy, poor thing.”

“I’ll wash it.” She dips her finger in the
water, changes the temperature and begins to wipe the kitten’s fur, as
delicately as a gentle caress. The water turns dark, washing away even tiny
pebbles that clink on the porcelain.

Unfortunately, the kitten starts meowing fiercely
again. It doesn’t like having a bath.

“Shh,” whispers Andrea. “My uncle’s
sleeping.”

“Your uncle is awake!” he says, appearing in
the doorway. He’s wearing wrinkled, linen pajamas. “What’s all this noise?”
he yawns. “I’d just fallen asleep.”

“Good evening,” Susy greets him, smiling.

His uncle bats his eyelids, trying to focus.
“Hello, Susanna,” he says, scratching his head.

“Sorry,” says Andrea. “I found a black
kitten.”

“Oh! Really?” He comes nearer, dragging his
slippers. “Let’s have a look…”

Susy picks it up and holds it in her hands like a crystal
apple. “Here it is. It’s clean now, too.”

His uncle’s eyes and mouth widen. “How
cute…” he says, sounding moved.

Andrea tells them about how he found it.

They take it into the living room and lay it on the
table while his uncle prepares a saucer of warm milk.

Enraptured, Andrea and Susy gaze at it and smile at
each other. She caresses its head with her finger and Andrea its back. The cat
curls up and lets them both cuddle it.

“Do you know a vet?”

“Sure. I’ll call him first thing in the
morning,” she answers with a dreamy look. “Let’s hope it’s healthy. Little
thing.”

Andrea nods. “Yeah. It’s so cute. Black cats are
my favorite, you know?”

Susy looks at him, puzzled. “I really like them
too.”

“Here we are,” his uncle arrives with the milk.

The cat sniffs it, but doesn’t seem convinced.

“I think it has worms in its belly,” says
Susy. “The vet will sort it out tomorrow. He’s very good.”

“Do you think it’s a male?”

She inspects it more closely. “Looks like it, but
I’m no expert. I think it’s a month old, maybe less.”

“Guys, I’m going to leave you and go back to
bed,” his uncle says. “Don’t stay up too late.” He walks away,
yawning.

They stay to pet the cat a little more. Seeing Susy so
happy, Andrea doesn’t ask her any more about Pietro, so as not to take away her
wonderful expression.

“It really is lovely,” she says. “Do you
think you’ll keep it?”

Andrea sighs. “It’s not a very good moment.
Taking responsibility of a kitten isn’t such a good idea.” He rests his cheek
on his hand and, with the other hand, strokes its tiny paw. “But, it’s so
weird how I found it, I’m tempted.”

“It’s a special kitten,” she adds. “And
black ones are the most intelligent. Did you know?”

“Really?”

“Yes. And they behave like dogs in many ways. Like
wagging their tails when they’re playing. If it’s a male, it’ll probably have a
very good character. They’re cuddly.”

Andrea smiles mischievously. “All males are
cuddly, not just cats.”

“Very funny,” she smirks.

They smile, looking into each other’s eyes, and Andrea
can’t help but wonder if her problems with Pietro could bring her closer to him.
Closer in every way.

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From #heartofflesh one of the most beautiful place of Italy: Clusone

Clusone, Piazza dell'Orologio. Location from #heartofflesh...

Clusone, Piazza dell'Orologio.

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