Kuukausittainen arkisto:heinäkuu 2008

Roma/Rome/Rooma 22.6.2008

Bella Roma! Il centro del mondo!

Sunday morning I went to the Fiumicino airport to get Mari and Emma-Sofia who came there to participate in the Youth Forum together with me. We were the Finnish delegation. But that would start later, first we had time to visit the Vatican – or – as the Dutch delegation would later pronounce it, Fisit the Fatican:) Both the girls were in Rome for the first time so it was exciting both for them and for me.

After going to Sunday Mass at St. Peter’s, we had a chance to see the new statue of St. Josemaría Escrivá behind the church. Escrivá is the founder of Opus Dei, a Catholic organization that has given me much good.

Olen muuten kääntänyt Opus Dein, jonka perustajan patsas yllä, nettisivuilla jonkin verran materiaalia suomeksi. Sivut julkaistiin jokin aika sitten suomeksi, http://www.opusdei.fi. Pietarinkirkon jälkeen menimme Paavalin basilikaan, jossa on myös apostolin hauta. Oli suuri hetki päästä tutkimuskohteeni maallisten jäänteiden luokse. Adiuvet ut bene scribam de eo.

Poi abbiamo visto Luca di Leva e la sua famiglia, Elena & piccolo Francescino:) Siamo andati da loro per la cena e abbiamo visto l’ultima partita dell’Italia negli Europei contro la Spagna… abbiamo cantato canzoni napoletane e neocatecumenali:) Non avevo visto Luca da 5 anni.

We had a wonderful evening in a true Italian home on the first evening, and we loved it. It was Catholic, more particularly neocatechumenal, it was Italian, more particularly NEAPOLITAN, and really so, especially since Elena’s parents were visiting, and the father spoke such Neapolitan that one didn’t understand anything. I did a successful job at convincing the girls, especially Mari whose family comes from northern Italy, of the superiority of the inferiority of southern Italian or Neapolitan during the whole trip, but I think this visit was the most powerful:)

Luca oli suomessa seminaarissa vielä n. 6 vuotta sitten, mutta siirtyi sitten Italiaan, jossa tapasin hänet viimeksi vuonna 2003, kuten Giginkin (viime postaus). Tämän jälkeen Luca on mennyt naimisiin ja saanut suloisen pikku pojan. Meillä oli mahtava ilta ja vaikka Emma-Sofia olisi halunnut kotiin klo 9ksi, hän ei suuremmin valitellut, kun saavuimme hotellille (Domus Aurelia, joka oli päivästä toiseen vaikea löytää:s) puolenyön maissa. Tässä vielä yöllinen kuva vanhoista kaveruksista. Kiitos Luca!

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Foggia/San Giovanni Rotondo 20-21.6.2008

Fougg’! That’s how Foggia is called in Foggia:) That’s about the first thing I learned while in… Foggia:)
Foggia is about as far from Lanciano as Lanciano was from Rome, but this time I traveled south instead of east (there was no more east to travel to, anyway:). In Foggia I met Gigi, my friend from the good old Ressu high school times when we did a cultural exchange with a high school in Angri, near Naples, Pompei, Salerno… that was 2003 and so it was 5 years ago that I last saw Gigi…

Gigi is studying medicine in Foggia but he goes back to Angri every now and then to see his family. But he can’t stay there for long because Angri makes you angry hahaha well no that was just a running joke from the cultural exchange… Anyway here we are, good old friends reunited.

On the 20th Gigi took me around Foggia. Some of the funnier things that happened was the Finnish flag they were selling (among others though of course) while I was wearing a Suomi-t-shirt, and a grandfather in a church that congratulated me for being taller than his grandson:D And despite my t-shirt he asked me where I came from, and when I answered he said ”no, where do you come from” – apparently a Finn couldn’t possibly find himself in Foggia… and well it happened again when I called my friends in Rome about the accommodation. First someone was told someone is calling from Foggia, and then that it’s me, and so he told me ”allora tu non chiami da Foggia” (so you’re not calling from Foggia [- you’re the Finnish guy]!)… :)

In the evening we visited a Neapolitan friend and had a great time (as always with Neapolitans;), got to listen to a lot of some wonderful Neapolitan and what made it even better was that there was a football game going on (Turkey-Croatia which ended dramatically in Turkey’s favour). We also met some other Foggia friends and at the end of the evening I entertained them with some magic tricks.

In the morning I had to put the famous ”Fuggi da Foggia” (Flee from Foggia) into practice and took a bus to San Giovanni Rotondo, the famous and huge sanctuary of Saint Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, the great 20th century Italian stigmatist and Capuchin (Franciscan) Friar. You can read more about him here, or here (the local bookshop):

I’ve read a biography of Padre Pio by German Lutheran pastor Ruffin, called Padre Pio (The True Story). It’s very good and recommendable, and the fact that it’s by a Lutheran makes it better not worse – the approach is very appropriate and it’s very readable. So I was eager to see all the places I’d read about in real life, and much of them I did see. Here is Padre Pio’s confessional.

Some of the documented facts about Pio’s confessions include the ability to read hearts – he sometimes told the penitents their sins before they even confessed them and the ability to understand confessions and give advice in languages he didn’t know at all – one penitent exclaimed ”he speaks perfect German!” after a confession, but Pio didn’t speak any German. Actually he spoke the best language – Neapolitan!!!!;)

He was such a popular confessor that the queues were long and intense – sometimes there were fights and one woman even got a big trauma from the ”pie donne” or pious ladies that were always wanting to be near Pio – someone actually threatened to kill another person for jumping the queue for confession… talk about perfect contrition. People would also try to cut pieces off Pio’s habit (the religious vestment) as he passed by, and all kinds of little stupid things were being sold and/or distributed for popular religiosity such as cloth dipped in animal blood claiming to be relics of Pio’s stigmata. Yes, it’s crazy, but it testifies to one fact: there must’ve been something extraordinary about this man.

This is the Church Santa Maria delle Grazie where Padre Pio used to say Mass. People flocked into his Masses and found it extremely spiritual, they really sensed Christ’s presence and so wonderful it was both for them and especially for Pio that his Masses could and did easily take hours. Actually his last Mass can be viewed on youtube. The well documented stigmata disappeared from his hands a bit before his death and there is no sign of them anymore.

The interior of the same church. But as you probably realise by now, the flow of pilgrims after his death in 1968 has been so enormous that there was soon a need to build a new church, a huge modern church for the Masses for the masses:) The new sanctuary is where I too went to Mass and also confession downstairs where there was a whole special hall with a lot of doors with confessors.

Then there was the Casa Sollievo Della Sofferenza. This is a religious hospital initiated by Padre Pio – an immense project of charity, actually a miracle. It is now the second best hospital in Italy. The goal is to take good care of the body but also the spirit – have a look at these pictures to see how professional medicine and devotion come together.

Then there was the exposition of the body of Padre Pio. I visited at an opportune time because from March till December his body is exposed for veneration now that it’s the 40th anniversary of his death. Unlike some cases where saints’ bodies have been found miraculously preserved (See eg the book ”The Incorruptibles), Padre Pio’s body was injected with formalin prior to his burial and after the exhumation a silicon mask was put on his partially skeletal skull. There are different opinions on this exposition, but here it is.

In the biography I read that Padre Pio laughed at the idea of his becoming a saint. He said that if they make him a saint, everyone coming to him asking for a favour must first of all bring him a crate of macaroni, and then he will grant the favour:D Well I told him I was sorry for not bringing a crate of macaroni with me, perhaps he’ll be my friend since we share the same sense of humour:)

After seeing the body I also got to see the crucifix in front of which he received the stigmata, a huge bookshelf full of his letters and his room, all behind glass though, naturally. Then I spent some time praying in the chapel of the Blessed Sacrament (which was, unfortunately, less popular than, say, a statue of Padre Pio in the tourist/pilgrim centre area) and reading, and at around 5 pm my bus to Rome arrived. I got my luggage from the surveillance room – there was no ”deposito bagagli”, I asked some cleaners where I could leave my luggage, they said the surveillance room but there they didn’t agree. After some debate they consented and started asking where I was from and wishing a nice day.

…fino al tramonto ti chiamo… sunset on the way to Rome from the bus window. I arrived in Rome around 11 pm and witnessed the end of Russia-Holland in the ELIS student residence with some old friends and fans of Kimi Räikkönen (there was a rumor that the second cousin of Kimi Räikkönen (that’s me) is coming to the residence for a night;). In the morning a new phase of the trip awaited me: the eternal city and its adventures:)

Lanciano 18-20.6.2008

I was in Italy from the 18th until the 26th of June, and here is the story. I flew to Rome, took a train to Roma Tiburtina from Fiumicino Airport, which of course took twice as long as it should’ve, which was simply typically Italian. No problem though since my bus left some hours later – my bus to Lanciano. On the station I found a Polish desk selling tickets and newspapers. In the bar there was a Polish advertisement with a terrible ortographical mistake- najleprze instead of najlepsze. Shivers.

This is the sea in Fossacesia near Lanciano. We’re talking east coast, around the same level as Rome, just a straight bus trip from Rome across the country, from west to east, 2,5 hours or so. When I arrived Wednesday evening in Lanciano, I went to Mass and met the family, the same one that hosted me last autumn (this was a voluntary reunion-sort-of-visit, captured best by the Italian verb ”ritrovare”). About the last Lanciano visit you can read here. Thursday morning it was time to go to the beach again, and use my brand new swimming equipment I got from the children’s camp;)

Below Franco the father and Emanuela&Alessia the girls on the beach, Tina the mother is missing (she was working, I believe). We played some games in the water and shivered (at least I did, for some weird reason since it was very hot) and got suntanned or sunburned big time. Bye to the old skin and hello new brown skin for the summer. One day was enough.

Dall’aurora io cerco te… fino al tramonto ti chiamo…

And in the evening there was a little reunion with Marco the Marcolone, and Roberto, friends from last autumn. It was nice to see them and talk to them and have gelato (ice cream)… they seemed happy and doing well. Il Signore vi benedica e custodisca, fratelli carissimi.

E grazie specialmente a Emanuela ed a Franco per l’ospitalità e per la vostra amicizia.

Dio vi sostenga e santifichi completamente – sane sane:)