There is but one road leading to the isolated town, our summer village. A place little touched by time, by technology’s progress, or by the frenetic pace of getting ahead.
Though much time has passed since our first visit in 1989, in many ways time seems to have stood still. The inhabitants remain much the same. Once young faces now replace the wrinkled ones we had known and loved. Yet much the same in many ways. With the same lines of suffering and hardship.
The same bleak look of hopelessness. Hopelessness one doesn’t expect to find in 21st century Europe.
Time still passes slowly there. They while the day away in simple tasks. A bowl of pasta. A little weeding in the garden. A chat with neighbors. But mostly they just sit and wait. For what, they don’t even know.
And there, at the top of the hill, sits Mario’s ancestral home.
When the place first came under our care, it seemed mostly an annoyance. Still one more thing to tend to. And a house we don’t need, but can’t sell, because he co-owns it with his siblings. And property there, in what is becoming a ghost town, doesn’t sell anyway!
But we went out of love for his family, glad to do them the small favor of tending to needed repairs. And now we keep going out of love for the abandoned people of that abandoned area.
For many years there was only one road going in because it took over a decade to repair the other one after the landslide.
There is almost no work — NO WORK in giant letters.
And agriculture, their traditional livelihood, has been greatly hindered because of crazy natural park laws.
They have only one doctor for the 500-600 people.
The nearest hospital is 45 minutes away, down the steep and winding mountain road.
Few shops, and only the tiniest of grocery stores.
They feel forgotten. Abandoned. And hopeless.
We go to show that they are neither forgotten nor abandoned.
And to show that there are others who think of them and pray for them! We go hoping to offer a bit of encouragement, friendship, and hope.
And we go because the almost haunting beauty of the place has captured our hearts. But the people have totally claimed them!
How would you go about showing love and offering hope to people in such circumstances?
And will you join us in praying for this village and the numerous villages like this in Italy?
Only prayer can really help them, and help us understand how to better reach them!
[Images are our own.]