Those young couples 
When I was a kid, Italy had a hundred years old and my father told me the last world war, the Russian ice, the banks of the Don and an injury that allowed him to return home before the defeat. He returned to a house that was not just his home but the home of a beautiful young woman who became my mother. 
Because my father, who was in Puglia, the best time of his life he spent commanding the defense of the Gallinara unlikely to enemy attacks. And it was from parts of the pier Alassio that my dad met my mom, love at first sight and untold origins, because my mom did not like those over there and the young sergeant with the mustache he had the courage to tell her that came from parts of Bari But we know that the real success of a man is like the mother-in-law. In fact, my grandmother was the future to solve the problem when my father, not knowing what to do, he confided to her and told her his dilemma.
Grandma tell her to be advised of Parmesan cheese, in the sense of Parma, a city just a little 'to the south. There would be time to declare the truth.
And so he went.
before marrying my father said to my mom everything, and love overcame the injury. After the wedding, the young couple began, the war just ended, an adventurous journey that would bring back my father and my mother south to explore another world.
I remember my mother, who had meanwhile learned how to make orecchiette, told me that the South used the oil instead of butter and could not find to buy parmesan. Who knows maybe it was a passion for cheese that inspired my grandmother.
few years after I was born in Liguria, during a summer vacation, the youngest of three children and in Puglia, where we lived, finally came the Parmesan cheese, for the happiness of my mother that could grate on the auricles with pesto. A multi-ethnic food that I recommend.
sum up my dad was in Puglia, Liguria my mom, my brothers and I for one half of Liguria and the other half of Puglia. Italian integers. Abroad as parmesan, exactly.
The history of this country has not only made of Cavour, Garibaldi and Mazzini, even my mother and father have made the unification of Italy, like many other couples in this country, and will not be the sad green tissues and blasphemous to dismantle what many young lovers have helped to unite.
Today, that's one hundred and fifty years, those young couples should be remembered.
Nothing is far, everything is dramatically close. 
