Every now and then there is a population clear out. A cluster of the very old just give up, all together. The death bells ring day after day at 7 o'clock in the morning - not a good start to the day - and they have been doing it since the beginning of the weekend this time.
I look at the notices pasted up across the Borgo but recognise no names. The village has become too big, almost a town now, and names are not even local. So instead of feeling sorry that so and so is now in the camposanto, I catch myself feeling irritated that there is so much noise so early.
It doesn't toll for thee. Don't send out to know. You won't care and it makes me worry that I should.
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What are the advantages of living next to a church? None I fear. Maybe they should do a job lot, one toll for each passing soul at the end of each month. How does it work in Italy with the changing of the guard? Over here priests get rotated on a regulare basis, at least every three to five years. Very healthy if you ask me.
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