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Teatro#Mirabilia

by Fausto Gazzi

Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection

Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection

Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection Educational wax models representing infants suffering from hydrocephalus, microcephaly and the damages caused by a forceps. Germany, end of Nineteenth century. Nautilus Collection

Seven little dwarfs walk hand in hand on the bank of the big river Po... Snow White, she is really pure white and wears a Red cross nurse’s cap.
The great mass motorisation of the 1960s was starting out when we too bought a brand new pistachio FIAT 600. It was a true mobility revolution! Where could two grandparents bring their first grandchild in order to relieve – at least on Sundays – two young parents at the peak of the baby boom?To hospitals and cemeteries, of course, on an endless pilgrimage to visit friends and relatives detained in ancient hospices with dark rooms from which you could grasp the greenish light emitted by rudimentary X-ray devices, full of stories of terrible diseases. So many hours spent at the sickbed of wretched aunts, an unforgettable visit on tiptoes to catch a glimpse of the equine-headed child, the cruel punishment inflicted to a mother guilty of having kissed a horse... At the time hospitals were full of a sorrowful and singular human race of physicians with pomaded hair and the ever-present cigarette and holder, women selling dried fruit, dealers of small toys and comics, and a whole lot of superstition. Once, to visit a relative, we drove to a small village by the river Po, the location of an asylum whose name was usually whispered in a very low voice. Here they treated creatures born before the legalisation of abortion who had been abandoned to their cruel fate. Seven children came out of a gate accompanied by their nurse/governess. SEVEN CHILDREN, each one – according to the superstition of the time – embodying the consequences of who knows what kind of deed by some foolish parent: idiots, children suffering from hydrocephalus and microcephaly and other sentences for life. The scene had quite a strong effect on me and a powerful curiosity forced me to follow that sorrowful line with my eyes. Although they were inhibited by their infirmities, a cheerful expression showed through their unusual faces, the joy of walking in the open air and the sight of other human beings in mutual curiosity. That little single file moved forward on the river bank and the light of the sunset drew their singular silhouettes, which would torment my childhood dreams for a long time...
seven little dwarfs walk hand in hand on the bank of the big river Po...