31/08/2026
Before Cabudanni had a menu, it had questions.
“How old were you?”
“What do you remember?”
Luciano remembers the axrobasa, the castiadori, and taking fava beans from the loads passing along the road to exchange them for eggs.
Daniele remembers Aritzo preparing to come down to Campidano.
And somewhere between their memories, one of my grandmother’s stories came back too.
CABUDANNI — 20 September
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