At the end of the war, Mario was the only one in the Italian mountain village to have a radio. When bad weather was coming, be it heavy rain or snow, he would let everyone else know by keeping his outside lamp lit at all times.
It had been a silly idea to come this way in the car. There wasn’t even a road! But dad had insisted he knew a short cut around the mountain. Rounding the bend though there was a small sign off to the side. There was a red circle with a line through it and underneath was a figure with a large black hand. It could only have meant stop. I tried to tell him this and so did mum, but he just carried on.
Hours later, we had to be rescued off the mountain top. Dad claimed it had been a successful adventure though!
He stood on top of the mountain taking in deep breaths and looking out over the rolling mist. Behind him, he heard his team hurrying to catch up, but he knew they needed no further help. So, he took that minute to embrace the completion of his wife’s dream.