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by Melie vues.

early to hear the name, a shiver ran through his back ... By Melie Vues that language would be Amelia bone, made me think of a brute force capable of breaking bones, rather than skill which everyone acknowledges to replace the broken bones. In the valley actually Melie substitute to the department of orthopedics. When someone, for some accident, he found himself with a broken arm or a leg, or even a simple distortion, before considering the hospital, was normal to think of her, the woman who could mend bones and only if she suggested, for extreme evil extreme remedies, recourse to orthopedic care. Here it takes
Amelia bone, was the unanimous decision of all who came to see what I had done following a trivial fall of the bike. I was still trying to understand how that could have happened, almost stationary, the bike I had slipped out from under the seat, leaving me with one foot on the asphalt that had taken a natural direction for nothing compared to the leg. The surprise of the unforeseen and sudden fall, and the wonder that foot apart, took all my attention to the point that I felt no pain and the voices of the people I saw came as a faint hum.
I realized only when the situation arose from the buzz and defined the phrase in my mind: here it takes Bone Amelia.
Evidently the unnatural position of the foot meant that he had broken something, if everyone around me thought of the woman who needed surgery to repair bones.
I could say that I preferred to be taken directly to hospital. But in the end I was still a man of the valley, and the legends of the valley reported countless cases of people who were crippled or lame for not wanting to use the care of Amelia. It is said even in cases where the woman had to break back limbs that had been badly repaired in the hospital with terrible suffering for the unfortunate. I still do not feel bad, but certainly I would have liked to live the rest of life, with his feet facing out so terribly
In fact, all times in the past I had heard the stories of the legend of Amelia, professing to be skeptical and modern at the same time, I had always said that if ever (knock on wood!) I had something happen to the bones, I would appeal to the care of a specialist or not of a witch. But there, in the midst of the crowd rushed while I was still on the ground dazed and unable to realize how I could fall so stupidly, on the skeptic won the man of the valley. and accepted the proposal of a friend who had offered to accompany me in the car dall'Amelia bones.
I felt like that after the unbeliever proclaimed that all his life, understanding of being on the verge of death, accetta la proposta della moglie che vuole mandare a chiamare il prete. Si ha un bel credere alla scienza, ma quando non c’è più speranza, anche il tentativo più irrazionale acquista un senso!... E quel piede così fuori posto, per me che fortunatamente non avevo mai avuto modo di fare esperienze ortopediche, era qualcosa che aveva necessità d’un intervento miracoloso, per poter tornare allo stato naturale.
La leggenda di Amelia delle ossa veniva raccontata con mille particolari sulle sue caratteristiche fisiche, su dove viveva, su cosa faceva, su quando e come aveva imparato quella capacità quasi taumaturgica, di rimettere a posto le ossa rotte. Ma, appunto, era una sorta di leggenda... Erano elementi a cui avevo paid attention to detail that is given by which is usually staged in a fairy tale story of an imaginative storyteller. When my friend stopped the car in front of the house of Amelia, I realized that at least with regard to the dwelling-house, the reality beyond all imagination.
The plant was that of a typical house Carnian. Two very low arches on the ground floor and then a complex system of scales and exposed wooden balcony leading to the upper floors, which left just a glimpse of the stone masonry. In the midst of other homes refurbished and plastered it seemed really a bug of the time that he had forgotten to erase the memory of that strange ways of life have been forgotten. The interior was still more original, but I'm not describe, because what I would tell is not so much my first encounter with the Melie vues, what would happen next. In my first meeting turned out to be equal to the fame. I anointed his feet with ointment by the strange smells and I put it back into place almost without me pain. He recommended me to keep it bound to come back after a month because he wanted to see if everything was back in place.
While the insured that I would do everything according to its recommendations and that I would return for the visit, he interrupted to ask: "She 's what I hear, is interested in the Celts?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to collect legends that somehow relate to them."
"We'll talk next time." And so he left me for a whole month to think of original stories which could be the old custodian. A few days before the expiration of the thirtieth fixed for the visit, I went to ask her what time she wanted to see me well.
"At eight in the evening," I said no comment.
The strange house, the original old time unusual for a visit but had to be a doctor ... I confess that I went on strike in anticipation of the day fixed ... And there was good reason! !
Inside the house consisted of a grande cucina-sala da pranzo con un grande tavolo di noce in mezzo, un grande lavello di pietra sulla parete a sinistra con appesi ancora di secchi “cjaldìers” di rame con i quali si andava a prendere l’acqua alla fontana, quando non c’erano ancora gli acquedotti a portare l’acqua in casa. Di fronte si apriva un vano più stretto con il focolare al centro. Era un focolare di quelli di cui resta memoria solo nei libri, senza la cappa. Sui tre lati girava una panca di legno con lo schienale alto, e in mezzo, su un rialzo di un metro per un metro per l’altezza della panca, ardeva il fuoco. Mancando la cappa il fumo saliva libero per raccogliersi sul soffitto ed uscire da un una apertura che dava direttamente sull’esterno.
Al mio bussare, al mio saluto, aveva risposto con quello che m’era parso più un grugnito che il saluto d’una voce umana. Stava seduta sul lato sinistro del focolare e non s’era mossa per venirmi incontro, per venirmi a salutare. Non mi disse neppure di sedermi. Per togliermi in qualche modo dall’imbarazzo, chiesi se potevo sedermi. Continuava a guardare il fuoco, senza rispondermi. Lo presi per un silenzio assenso e mi sedetti sulla panca di fronte a lei, dall’altra parte del fuoco.
Inquadravo il suo viso poco sopra le fiamme d’un fuoco che ardeva vigoroso, tra il fumo nel quale si scioglieva la fiamma. Era segnato da rughe profonde. I capelli bianchi erano in parte nascosti da un fazzoletto nero che pareva only placed on the head with the ends bent over, as was still my grandmother. A large black shawl covered her shoulders and crossed in front by covering his chest. He was wholly absorbed in watching the fire and seemed not even noticing that I was gazing, he seemed indeed had already almost forgotten my presence, all taken from who knows what thoughts. I kept staring at her, as if staring at the details ahead of his image, and the smoke coming up between me and her was like a filter that always gave new and different shades of her face.
its image filtered through the smoke got lost as we lose ourselves in sleep while you are reading a book. Her image vanished in the smoke and found myself in dream ... Already hear the name, a shiver ran through his back ... Melie from that language would be Amelia vues bone, made me think of a brute force capable of breaking bones, rather than skill which everyone acknowledges to replace the broken bones. In the valley actually Melie substitute to the department of orthopedics. When someone, for some accident, he found himself with a broken arm or a leg, or even a simple distortion, before considering the hospital, was normal to think of her, the woman who could mend bones and only if she suggested, for extreme evil extreme remedies, recourse to orthopedic care. Here it takes
Amelia bone was the unanimous decision of all who came to see what I had done as a result of a trivial fall of the bike. I was still trying to understand how that could have happened, almost stationary, the bike I had slipped out from under the seat, leaving me with one foot on the asphalt that had taken a natural direction for nothing compared to the leg. The surprise of the unforeseen and sudden fall, and the wonder that foot apart, took all my attention to the point that I felt no pain and the voices of the people I saw came as a faint hum.
I realized only when the situation arose from the buzz and defined the phrase in my mind: here it takes Bone Amelia.
Evidently, the unnatural position of the foot meant that he had broken something, if everyone around me thought the intervention of the woman who needed to repair the bones.
I could say that I preferred to be taken directly to hospital. But in the end I was still a man of the valley, and the legends of the valley reported countless cases of people who were crippled or lame for not wanting to use the care of Amelia. It is said even in cases where the woman had to break back limbs that had been badly repaired in the hospital with terrible suffering for the unfortunate. I still do not feel bad, but certainly I would have liked to live the rest of life, with that foot turned out so terribly
In fact many times in the past I had heard the stories of the legend of Amelia, professing skeptical and modern at the same time, I had always said that if ever (knock on wood!) something had happened to me bones, I'd care utilization of a specialist and not of a witch. But there, in the midst of the crowd rushed while I was still on the ground dazed and unable to realize how I could fall so stupidly, on the skeptic won the man of the valley. and accepted the proposal of a friend who had offered to accompany me in the car dall'Amelia bones.
I felt like the unbeliever who after having proclaimed that all his life, understanding of being on his deathbed, accept the proposal from the wife who wants to send for the priest. It has a nice believe the science, but when there is no hope, even the most irrational attempt makes sense! ... And so that foot out of place, fortunately for me that I never got to do orthopedic experience, was something that was in need of a miraculous intervention, in order to return to its natural state. The legend of Amelia
bone was told with a thousand details of its physical characteristics, on which he lived, what he did, when and how he learned that almost miraculous ability, to forgive a posto le ossa rotte. Ma, appunto, era una sorta di leggenda... Erano elementi a cui avevo prestato l’attenzione che si dà ai particolari con i quali viene di solito allestita una favola nel racconto d’un narratore fantasioso. Quando l’amico fermò la macchina davanti alla casa di Amelia, mi resi conto che almeno per quanto si riferiva alla casa d’abitazione, la realtà superava ogni immaginazione.
L’impianto era quello d’una casa tipica casa carnica. Due arcate molto basse al piano terreno e poi un sistema complesso di scale e di poggiolo in legno a vista che portavano ai piani superiori, che lasciavano appena intravvedere la muratura di pietra. In mezzo alle altre case rimesse a nuovo ed intonacate sembrava veramente an error of the time that he had forgotten to erase the memory of the strange ways of life have been forgotten. The interior was still more original, but I'm not describe, because what I would tell is not so much my first encounter with the Melie vues, what would happen next. In my first meeting turned out to be equal to the fame. I anointed his feet with ointment by the strange smells and I put it back into place almost without me pain. He recommended me to keep it bound to come back after a month because he wanted to see if everything was back in place.
While the insured that I would do everything according to its recommendations and that I would return for the visit, he interrupted to ask: "E ' her what I heard, is interested in the Celts? "
" Yeah, I'm trying to collect legends that somehow relate to them. "
" We'll talk next time. "And so he left me for a whole month to think of original stories which could be the old custodian. A few days before the expiration of the thirtieth fixed for the visit, I went to ask her what time she wanted to see me well.
"At eight in the evening," I said no comment.
The strange house, the original old time unusual for a visit but had to be a doctor ... I confess that I went on strike ... and waiting for the day set There was good reason!
Inside the house consisted of a large kitchen-dining room with a big walnut table in the middle, a large stone sink on the left wall hung with dried yet "cjaldìers" copper with whom he was going to take the 'water of the fountain, before there were aqueducts to bring water into the house. Opened in front of a room closer to the hearth in the center. It was a home of those whose memory is still only in books, without the hood. On three sides turned a wooden bench with high back, and in the middle, on a rise of one meter by one meter by the height of the bench, the fire was burning. Lacking the hood smoke free to collect saliva sul soffitto ed uscire da un una apertura che dava direttamente sull’esterno.
Al mio bussare, al mio saluto, aveva risposto con quello che m’era parso più un grugnito che il saluto d’una voce umana. Stava seduta sul lato sinistro del focolare e non s’era mossa per venirmi incontro, per venirmi a salutare. Non mi disse neppure di sedermi. Per togliermi in qualche modo dall’imbarazzo, chiesi se potevo sedermi. Continuava a guardare il fuoco, senza rispondermi. Lo presi per un silenzio assenso e mi sedetti sulla panca di fronte a lei, dall’altra parte del fuoco.
Inquadravo il suo viso poco sopra le fiamme d’un fuoco che ardeva vigoroso, tra il fumo nel quale si scioglieva la fiamma. Era segnato da rughe deep. The white hair was partially hidden by a black scarf that seemed only placed on the head with the ends bent over, as was still my grandmother. A large black shawl covered her shoulders and crossed in front by covering his chest. He was wholly absorbed in watching the fire and seemed not even noticing that I was gazing, he seemed indeed had already almost forgotten my presence, all taken from who knows what thoughts. I kept staring at her, as if staring at the details ahead of his image, and the smoke coming up between me and her was like a filter that always gave new and different shades of her face.
its image filtered through the smoke got lost as we lose ourselves in sleep while you are reading a book. Her image vanished in the smoke and found myself in the dream ...
ran, before she and I, back on the trail that climbs through the forest hut ran .. but will move without legs, like two shadows carried by the wind, touching just Pedro. Before that I had once that path, to go to pasture and the valley of Crist. The trail rises steeply, I had a lot facita. Now flying as the path, without making any effort I was redoing the lightning speed with the same path. And in a flash I went with her that I was guiding for the second time in the alpine valley where there is Val. The last time I had hit the hut made of blocks of red marble, perfectly square. But now it seemed to me that the hut was gone .... All the valley at the foot of Mount Verzegnis, was lit by a strange glow like a full moon night, or rather in the milky light of the dark before a big storm. There was a huge crowd like that in a theater filled the entire valley and even in pastures high up in the rocks. Like when a spring meadow filled with flowers so that you can no longer see the green of the lawn. But they were flowers without color, of a dirty white, like lilies withered petals scattered in bulk before the rot at all.
My guide did not let me down in the midst of these shadowy figures, but immediately took to climb up the path Crist leads to the cave. Already in my previous trip I had visited the cave. Set up on the wall at the entrance of the valley takes its name from a crucifix that was carved into the rock. In the last century when he lived on agriculture, I read that she had been repeatedly pilgrimage to implore the rain, to restore the areas where the sun was already burning the poor harvests of corn and potatoes. There came a moment as two puffs of mist, the wind off the fog that fills the valley. And from above the valley seemed really covered with a lace of mist ...
There was someone in the cave that awaited us, as if our arrival had been announced, as if my guide fosse attesa, perchè aveva un ruolo nella scena che era stata preparata nella valle e che aveva fatto accorrere tutte quelle presenze. Non mi presentò, come se anche la mia presenza fosse scontata e normale. Cercai l’immagine del Cristo che avevo visto nella mia precedente visita ma non c’era. L’avrei dovuto vedere, perchè al centro della grotta era acceso un grande fuoco come quello che avevo appena visto nella casa di Amelia. Le lingue di fuoco si riflettevano sulle pareti rischiarandole e dando l’impressione che si muovessero. Non era più una grotta ma qualcosa di vivo come se la montagna fosse un enorme essere vivente, una donna gigantesca, e la grotta fosse diventata la sua vulva.
Senza avere il coraggio di chiederle nothing, I turned to Amelia, searching for explanations of what was happening to me. I do not know whether to answer or because it was part of the ceremony sang a mournful dirge as a "Dies Irae", and the valley echoed as if all the appearances that I sensed more than seen, populate the valley, would respond in chorus.
Fire god Lug-Belen,
penetrates the Earth Mother,
flaw vibrate with your love to come
generate
come into her mood of your meeting, and the bathrooms because
relive and bear fruit.
As if I had fallen asleep on a book and I wanted to see the book itself, I woke up, looking to fire at the home of Amelia, as if the same fire the cave of Christ. I looked around, surprised not to see where I had left on the bench opposite. I should call it, I should say hello. Instead, recalling the dream, I took the fear. I left quickly and quietly sure of one thing ... that I would not have done more to see in that house, from the witch, even in the unlikely event of a new fracture in the bones ...
then I thought many times about what had happened to me with Amelia wondering if I had made a "journey of the soul" as they are able to do men born with a caul. I do not know. Maybe she was capable of so much, and had used his powers because I could follow. Why had not I wanted to explain anything? Perhaps because of the symbolism was clear what had made me live.
Enore When my friend told me about when the child's mother took him in procession to pray to the Christ of Val, unconsciously led him to pray that God would make fertile nature. It was only changed the perspective. He asked the God of heaven to rain "Rorate caeli desuper and Nubes pluant iustum" "Still the skies above and the rain clouds do justice," my friend told me that they used to sing. Confusing the Right or the justice of the singing of Advent, which contains the words of the prophet Isaiah, in the rain. But in the end it was just an act of justice that was asked, demanding that non andasse sprecato tutto il lavoro fatto a primavera per dar da mangiare ai figli.
I Celti invece chiedevano che fosse il Dio dall’interno a fecondare la natura. Forse Amelia era una sciamana e aveva voluto portarmi a toccare con mano la continuità tra la religiosità dei Celti e quella cristiana, a farmi capire come molta delle religiosità celtica sia stata in qualche modo incorporata, prendendo forme e simboli cristiani, nel substrato culturale del popolo dei Carni.

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The departure of Pilate to Saul.

Commentando il mio romanzo "La verità ci rende liberi" che ha come protagonista Pilato un internauta mi ha consigliato la lettura del Maestro e Margherita di Bulgakov. Il suggerimento è intelligente, e lo ringrazio, but before I had to point to insert a copied page from Bulgakov's novel in my (denouncing the fact in the notes). Carry him to the song of the novel, inviting him to find out where the quote begins and ends with Bulgakov.
From "The truth sets us free" cap. 23 - Farewell to Pilate.

But if Pilate had convened an emergency Saul before he left, he had not done to discuss how the new disciple was going to set the spread of the Gospel. Before leaving for the last time he wanted to try to understand the essence of that message, try to give an answer to the question he had set in mind that sad night, "What is the truth. "He had come reluctantly to Palestine. He considered the job a form of punishment, if not condemnation. He had lived through those years of hoping and waiting for a new job, and now that the appointment had arrived, he was sorry for having partire.Alle times almost turning into desert, the dress gets caught in the bushes, having to continue, as the tears and at that piece of clothing is as if it remained something of us. That unanswered question was like a piece of himself, remained in the desert of Palestine. Even if it were done to rule among the snows of Britain, the question remained entangled among the thorns of Palestine, he pursued until his death. Unless you were failed to have any risposta.Prima arrival of Saul there was a storm, but now the sun had returned to Jerusalem, and before going to drown in the Mediterranean sent farewell rays to the city hated by the governor and gilded the steps entrance of the building. The fountain of the courtyard was fully recovered and sang in full voice, the pigeons were returned to the courtyard on the sand, cooing, jumped the broken branches from the fury of the storm, pecking at something in the wet sand. On the table prepared under the cool of the porch, smoking a meat dish. "But what can I say that you have not already said?" Saul said, approaching the table together to Pilate. "Nothing until will you sit and get drunk a little 'wine,' Pilate responded politely, lying down, and pointed to the other bed. Saul lay down, and a servant poured some thick red wine. Another servant, leaning gently on the shoulder of Pilate, the governor filled the cup. Then they walked away with two servants gesto.Mentre Saul ate and drank, Pilate, sipping wine, looking at him through half-closed eyelids. He wanted to enter his mind, understand what it really meant when he spoke of having been refused illuminato.Saulo not even a second cup of wine, swallowed with evident satisfaction a couple of oysters tasted the boiled vegetables, ate a piece of meat. Eat well, praised the wine: "Very good variety, the governor, but is not Falerno?" Cecubo than thirty years, "said affable Pilato.Saulo put a hand on his heart, refused to eat another, claimed to be satisfied. Then Pilate filled his own bowl, the guest did the same. Both brought down a bit 'of wine in the tray and the prosecutor said aloud, lifting the cup: "For us, for you, Caesar, father of the Romans, the most expensive and most good men!" After these words the emptied cup and the African slaves removed the dishes from the table leaving the fruit and jugs. Again, the prosecutor withdrew them with a gesture, and was only with the His host in the porch of the building. Only then Saul noted that the table was a third cup. "Who is it?" Curious asked, figuring that would get someone else. "To no one," Pilate answered seriously. "And 'this cup why did I call. Do not you had never spoken. But perhaps it is no coincidence that it is here ... Perhaps the truth is like a mosaic made up of many platelets itself insignificant, but which form a reconstructed figure. Peter gave it to me one of the followers of Yeshua, who was arrested with him on that famous night. I saw that he wanted, but just to save that night I had handed her mother. He told me that was the cup in which Jeshù aveva bevuto la sera prima, accompagnando il gesto con delle parole misteriose.”
[1] La scena è una citazione-copia dal Maestro e Margherita di Bulgakov

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The end of the meat. The

Continuano a dirmi che le storie che scrivo sui Celti in Carnia me le sto inventando. Giuro che non è vero, che parto sempre da qualche documento. Ma nessuno mi crede. Non ho quindi grandi speranze che mi si presti fede su questo importante ritrovamento che ho fatto in una vecchia casa di Formeaso, o per l’esattezza in un rustico adiacente. Il proprietario aveva incaricato una Ditta di provvedere a rifondare l’edificio. Gli operai scavando nello basement, just by chance managed to avoid a serious accident at work. Suddenly a piece of the floor had collapsed, bringing to light the existence of another basement. Past the fear of the risk to avoid getting below, the workers are in urgent impresario. They thought that they should go in and see, if only because you had to think of a variation to address the unexpected. It did fall personally. "It 's just a small cave," he said from there. "It can be filled with a concrete mixer and the problem is solved now, without even bothering the engineer project manager." In the evening he felt the thing the owner, explaining how he had been effective in solving the unexpected ... "imagine if he had known the Superintendent! .." However I checked, before filling, if there was something in the cave, but I only found this rusty vessel that I have recovered anyway. "
My friend had found it in his hands like a small bucket with the lid closed. He wanted to inveigh against the impresario who made the stupid decision without informing him. But if the cave had been filled with concrete there was nothing to do. Not without difficulty managed to open the bucket and found himself in his hands a roll of parchment. When called me to see the exhibit I told him that he should deliver it to the Superintendent. I agreed with him but that would burst a casino. "Something to go to jail for a stupid manager! ..."
I left the parchment for a few days and managed to write down in full. It was written in Latin and there was talk of the final conquest of the Valley But by the Romans and the Celts' final submission to the power of Rome. It 's true that I did the Latin teacher, and then I might have to translate it literally, but I've always liked free translations where the translator interprets the text, putting something of his own, and I also freely reinterpreted Formeaso of the parchment. I do not have sufficient expertise to determine dated back to that era, but I swear it was written at the time that he says, and then to the second century AD.
tale of how the meat were then subjected to the power of Rome. So the headline in the scroll, and it soon becomes clear that it is part of a story, done by a Carnian that can not recognize the end of the autonomy of meat, but that means almost pass as a decision of the meat, rather than the result a military defeat. From the way things have gone, at least in his account, I do not have a point.
It 's true that the triumph for the victory over the Gallo-meat had celebrated the console Emilio Scauro in BC It 's true that already from those times But the valley was occupied by the Romans who had been an outpost of their Zuglio Formeaso and to guard the road leading to the pass of Monte Croce. But it is also true that the conquest was limited to the valley and the mountains of Carnia continued to live undisturbed meat. It seems established fact that the two people for several centuries had established a sort of peaceful coexistence.
There was a period in which the meat was then divided into two parts: the Roman Carnia free in the valley and the mountains of the Celts. Looking for two systems of roads, a Roman in the valley, and a share in Celtic. It 'was obviously the most important period for the history of Carnia, one in which, as in a crucible have merged two cultures, the Celtic and Roman, to give life to a civilization and a new culture, totally original, derived from the crossing and the slow merger between the two previous culture so very different.
But when in the first half of the fourteenth century, Constantine decided to create a new glue for the empire by making Christianity a state religion, the question was to unite under one God of all peoples of the territories of the Roman Empire. Even then put into meat-conquer the problem of converting meat to the mountains continued to worship Belen.
In 370 the emperor Valentinian who had devoted himself energetically to the arrangement of boundaries, ways of enhancing the connection with the Norian, decided to intervene on the one hand by improving the road network in the valley But the other subduing the whole territory. The choice to improve the road system remains on track to Monte Croce Carnico a plaque which recalls the interventions made by the editor in 373 Apin program and had opened new stretches of road. The choice to proceed to the final conquest acknowledges our parchment, which is confirmed by the official story of the Emperor Valens (364-375) who died of a stroke Nov. 18 at 375 Brigezio (Szony Hungary) while he was busy defending by Quadi iconfini Eastern Empire ..
In August the same year of his death date from the events narrated in the parchment. Passing through the valley with the army to go to Hungary had decided to spend some days in Julium Carnicum to make an expedition to the mountains and get the final submission of the meat. Were really the days when celebrating the feast of meat Lugnasad. As it says in the book "The Celts return", the meat they used to party together in a different location each year. That year the festival was to take place in the valley of Ciaroj.
Valentinian camped with his legions to Julium Carnicum and decided to take advantage of the fact that for the Midsummer party leaders would gather all in the valley opposite. He would have been easy for them to capture prisoners and finally defeated the Carnia. Pending
also gave his legionaries to give himself the freedom to parties in honor of Bacchus. A
Julium Carnicum Bacchus was celebrated with wine, which the Roman troops had to follow in the valley of Cjaroi Beleno is celebrating with an endless variety of mead!
The Celts began the festivities as early as Friday, the day dedicated to religion and culture and to go in the evening as Celtic music in every village in the valley, from prominent places in the valley we placed the "cidules" burning accompanied by verses in honor of Belen . On Saturday the festival
and swept the valley was full of sounds and colors. On the night in all countries, but also in houses scattered up and up in the mountain pastures, the bonfires were lit on fire the beacons that were built with bundles also amazed at the time Caesar.
Sunday, according to tradition came down all at Arta to purify the water source Pudia. It was then that the army moved Valentinian Julium Carnicum Arta.
Practically there was no confrontation. The legionnaires were mixed with the Celts, the leaders of the Celts met with the emperor and took note that there could be two Carnie one of the valley and one of the mountains, and agreed to submit to Roman rule.