born almost by accident. One day, leafing through an album of old photos, I noticed that many of these had begun to suffer the relentless insult of the time. I was shocked and a bit 'annoyed, but after intense debate, I flashed the idea of \u200b\u200bfinding a method that could overcome this slow but inevitable deterioration. Among the systems considered privilegiai, eventually, to publish on the web. I realized, well, I started a blog theme and the addition of the first photographs that initially concerned the images of my sporting past in football. They portrayed me as an amateur and first then as a doctor, contained in the various formations of the 'U.S. Mazara, of which I had been, for fifteen years, without charge, the head of the health sector, believing that would arouse some curiosity among the many fans of this sport. The interest shown by fans, went beyond my expectations. He began a mouth that did take off in no time the number of visitors. I was stopped in the street by friends and acquaintances getting backslapping and congratulations for the idea they had and I was encouraged to go ahead with this, they say, guess initiative. Pushed, too, by the unexpected magnitude of this interest, little by little, I began to create other sections and exhausted the release of the photos in my possession, I asked myself a question: why not post pictures of other people, preferring, however, a theme: Mazara del Vallo and its citizens? So
photos have multiplied exponentially. I started a painstaking search of images of friends and acquaintances, finding many collaborations and some inexplicable denials. What most inspired me to persevere were the many expressions of esteem on the part of many emigrants Mazara around the world, from the remotest corners of the planet, I have made and continue to send messages whose content is really moving. Emails and comments have a touch of feelings, nostalgic memories and never fail, their kindness, words of appreciation for my initiative, and I managed to revive their emotions and this unique collection of photographs helps, so I am told, to nourish the emotional bond with the city, none of them has never forgotten. Many have sent me photos that I have published with great pleasure. In addition, the vast majority of family photographs posted by me are of a kind, and many interested visitors do not have those pictures, so surprised to see them in their generating an explosion of joy, since you can not have vision but also Stamap!
The continuous depletion of this is a considerable iconographic severe loss of generations, in the end it is our story in pictures and I think a crime and allow it to abandon a sad oblivion, the photos are in addition to testimony, also, of small but emotionally priceless treasures. Being very private items, some would argue, because then all to see? Why all of a sudden, they come overwhelmingly from the forgotten and buried in dusty albums anonymous drawers and spring up as a showcase for Universal Internet? Curiosity about "how we" does not explain the spell of these images. They do not involve us more as players but as spectators. Proving the existence of a place that attracts and disturbs us: the past, where our parents are our peers or peers of our children. The return of the departed hours attracts us and now we are scared, because it is against nature, is the uncanny par excellence. There are more accustomed. Digital photos are now fotofonini not give us nothing but a duplicate of this and turned in on itself, and these old pictures of happiness we spent seize, pull us back, fascinating and disturbing. We tell the story of our community, we passed, images, practices and customs of a society in constant evolution, and then changing and therefore destined to vanish like snow in the sun. We show the appearance of people who are fading into the mists of our memories, but we like to review and remember. We find faces of people or friends who can not see for years, since emigrated or passed away, but which remain engraved in the imagination of staff each of us. The charm of old photographs go beyond the subject represented, affects our self, awakens dormant emotions and gives us a unique atmosphere that's been flying our imagination and puts a strain on our fleeting memories. Other photos, however, must not show, nor communicate: they must simply be. Photo-talismans, mystical alter ego: the astronaut Charlie Duke Apollo 16 mission to the Moon left a Polaroid of himself with his wife and children, and no one offered to the gaze of the whole universe together. A people who ignora il proprio passato, non saprà mai nulla del proprio presente.
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