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Decameron Day 4. “My days have a meaning”.
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Now this is a story of an amazing and selfless woman
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Indeed. A great one.
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In a way, your story of Maria reminds me of Dian Fossey, one of the “Trimates”. I always adore someone who dedicates his/her life for a great cause, and to meet one of the Trimates in real life was such a humbling experience for me. This happened in 2015 when I met Dr. Birute Galdikas who specializes on orangutans. I hope Maria’s and Gabriella’s souls rest in peace for all the good things they had done to the world.
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Thanks Bama 🙂
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What an extraordinary woman! Lovely story. Not sad – her ending came exactly as it should, in the place she loved, doing what she loved. Her mother too sounds like a remarkable person.
Alison
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Yes, she was… And yes, she was too! Thanks for reading Alison.
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Requiescat in Pace, Maria.
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Amen 🙂 thanks Dave
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It is both a heart wrenching and uplifting story, Fabrizio. Well told. Thank you.
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You’re welcome Jolandi!
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You are astonishingly good at this, just as I expected and more. I knew that I needed to take it slowly so that this Decameron would last.
You stir emotions and calm them down again, and up and down again, all in the style of your people. You don’t exaggerate.
Marburg is also the German name for the second largest Slovenian city Maribor where my father was born and where Hitler once came a-marching and proclaimed: “Make this country German again!”
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Fun fact: when I was a kid I thought Maribor (which I knew for the ski world cup, I guess?) was the place where cigarettes came from. Because Marlboro, Maribor… I swear I wasn’t on drugs. Thanks for reading, Manja.
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Oh yes yes, I also thought there was a connection. Female ski race for the Golden Fox, since 1964, correct. Ah, the Dolomiti! Suddenly I really miss skiing. Not just watching, also doing it.
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