"Once upon a time ..." So begins the "story" told and appeared in the journal TREE, " Jeta Arbëreshë " (n. 47, 2006, p. 3).. L ' Gaetano Passarelli author is a distinguished professor, where he highlights the case of the "feud" Villa Abbess.
The small village of Villa arbëreshë Abbess, in the province of Pescara, located a few kilometers from the town of Roscoe (Abruzzo), in parishes where there is a join (the most northern Italy) of the 29 belonging to the diocese of Lungro (province of Cosenza). Also at Villa Abbess happened to witness what happens now in almost the entire island (or ghetto) "arbëreshë Byzantine church."
part we are interested mainly to stress (if ever we understand correctly) the value of "feudal" the people of God in the church-arbëreshë Uniate, or to put in modern terms, the number "political." Unfortunately, we know that if you live (as the faithful arbëreshë) inside the cage Vatican, and there is "singing" at the same s-truce bird of the famous popular proverb which says that "locked in a cage, does not sing for love, but anger. " So our poor people understand arbëreshë.
One thing is certain: the quiet disappearance of an entire people (the arbëreshë fact) is taking place before the eyes of all. And who until yesterday claimed to have helped, protected, guarded the identity of arbëreshë and "greek-Byzantine rite (the Levitical class, courtly and / or scribe-cchina of people) now you are making a big race, the cancellation of what little has been a tradition in the small villages east arbëreshë. In short, it seems willing to end the presence of secular Arbëreshë.
ROMENA A FAIRY TALE: THE VILLA FEUDO ABBESS
Gaetano Passarelli
interior view of the town of Villa arbershe Abbess C 'once was. Thus began and the stories begin, and so also begins what I want to tell.
There once was a count, a warlord in Calabria, which no one knows why, nobody knows how, he inherited a small estate in Abruzzo, named Villa Abbess.
This gentleman, hard of heart and neck, had many vassals bearded administered his lands. One day he died that the manor of Abbess, but did not give thought, he allowed a tenant to lead him. The poor man had left, however, taken in by a noble family. Thus, in a little feud, there was no leaf that had not weighed the generous dinner table of the noble family.
One day the gentleman decided to appoint a vassal of his beard for this distant land. The subjects, suspicious, they thought that nothing would have changed: the one or the other, he said disconsolately, but soon had to change his mind. This land began to verdant, to flourish, and so was the profit that everyone was convinced, except for the deposed noble family. Did not give, however, won, and escalated the call to the lord of racing pigeons that usually do not listen to anyone, but for a strange twist of fate, always lent an ear to the noble family messages.
Now, that was a distant kingdom began to come from the lord beardless men, many who filled the court. " They are unable to administer - you said the squire - but sooner or later learn "and, unbeknownst to some of vassals, began to appoint some beardless man as valvassor. " so what can they say they are my vassals, and I am above the law, indeed I am the law ", it reassured the gentleman. And because he is the law, often did not hesitate to move awkwardly on top of vassals, and vavasours valvassini. You ask me: and the subjects? Easy to say. Those were always poor, whether they belonged to the great or small feud. They were just numbers.
One day when the vassal of Abbess was away, came suddenly, the squire with a beardless valvassino. The noble's family prepared the dinner table. The abundant food, great availability, and who knows what else, did the gentleman take a decision: " I am the law, then, I take that vassal bearded and appoint my trusty chamberlain who can serve the beardless valvassino !" .
So it was that, without warning, in the small estate of the Abbess came from Chamberlain powerful voice, he read the proclamation appointing him a vassal of the lord of that land, but he undertook to the court, leaving the valvassino beardless, aided by the noble family.
I cried all subjects, except the noble family, who after three years of suffering finally regain control of each leaf.
happened in such a way that the subjects of the small estate of Abbess had to say that their lord all the way from Calabria once again he had not considered even numbers, but this mattered little, the squire, the his chamberlain, to the noble family.
A history of the past, you say. The end happened just the other day, June 4 , [i] day of Pentecost. Because this precise chronology? Because the story is very clear for badessani, but the unsuspecting reader should know that now is the bishop of that gentleman Lungro, the chamberlain his Vicar, the beardless valvassino the assistant pastor in Romania. Yes, another Romania. Exaggerated he used this figure to designate the bishop, I will tell you. Certainly, the behavior was not his father nor respectful of people, what is often called "the ecclesial community." Oh yes, the reality often stranger than fiction and fiction. Who has ears to hear, let him hear.
