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few days ago I made a little trip with my father in the mountains of Canavese. The climate is wet and gray, just slightly colder than the plains, has meant that the memories impregnated me and leave me slowly, at a distance di giorni, una malinconia dolce e persistente.
Ricordo  che ci andavamo ogni anno, con nonna Maria, il primo Novembre, ed era il primo giorno che indossavo il giaccone invernale, che non avrei più tolto per i mesi successivi. I "grandi" mi risparmiavano la visita al cimitero, e avevo modo di girare il piccolo paese, lasciandomi stupire da cose apparentemente insignificanti, come la vetrina della panetteria, quella del negozio di scarpe e quella del negozio di giocattoli. Speravo sempre che da un momento all'altro si mettesse a nevicare.
Poi c'era la casa di Marianin e Antonietta, le anziane cugine di mia nonna, una stanza dal pavimento di legno, con un grande frigorifero ingiallito e una vecchia, vecchissima cast-iron stove. clearly remember the warmth of that small room, the sounds of their unintelligible dialect, the chocolate and the crumpled note that I put in your pocket before you go, the smell of wood, milk and cheese. Two diplomas on the walls crumbling to pay their craft brooders, practiced fraternal loneliness throughout his life, and then, next to some sacred image, emblazoned on a portrait of a beautiful woman with bright eyes and sweet face and proud: their mother.
Then he went to the restaurant, where most of the snubbed piemontesissime course and after visiting another family, where another heating unit was surrounded by happy people and cats dozing. There, my cousin, a skinny little girl, who seemed dressed too lightly for the cold wind that stung his cheeks, he was chasing the slopes around the farm showing the infinite secrets and animals that lived there.
And in the end the start it was already dark, full of chestnuts, honey and cheese (once we took away one of the cats), and the journey by car calm and conciliatory, after so many emotions. The verb

remember, from which the word remember, comes from the compound of IR-that is your return, a repetition of an action and * strings, COR, CORDIS, which meant heart.
resembles English know by heart, know by heart, and French apprendre par coeur .
No wonder the ancients considered the heart rather than the mind, as the seat of memory. Certain images, smells, tastes and sounds of the past are certain to keep them there.