Pasqualina
/ little Easter /

50 km east of Naples, in a very small village in the mountain, lives Pasqualina,
an 87-year-old lady, whose name can be translated as little Easter.

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Here, in this corner of the earth, nothing ever happens.

The rituals of small-daily-household-appointments punctuate the time passing, slowly and sly.

The silence of loneliness suggests a resigned sense of abandonment while waiting for the end.

 

Yet, the dining room, which once hosted the big family Easter lunches, remains unchanged.

Pictures of her as a young woman now share the silver frame

with those of her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and those who are no longer with us.

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The liquor cart is filled with offerings, and the tray overflows with candies for the little ones.

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No one will never come here, but she will continue to wait for another little Easter to happen again.

 

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