La Pasqua è finita e la Primavera è nel suo massimo. Passi per la Pasqua che di solito trovava Madoi solidamente installato nel suo rifugio di Sesta viziato da una corte eterogenea e senza fine di amici, quindi relativamente felice, tutti impegnati in una sorta di "corsa alle uova" di tipo americano, vale a dire che tutte - le uova, di cioccolato - dovevano poi essere portate alla tavola di Madoi che le spaccava con un pugno. E' la Primavera in questo stadio la situazione che irritava Madoi. Perché dopo questo periodo pasquale relativamente sopportabile, arrivava l' Estate e, anche se veniva passata regolarmente a Sesta, eletto unico posto al mondo dove stare nei momenti di crisi, era comunque fonte di frustrazione e auto indotta inattività data la mancanza di ispirazione. Troppi colori, troppa luce, troppo chiasso, troppa gente, troppo tutto, caldo incluso. Questo atteggiamento fu una costante di tutta la sua vita sino alla sua ultima estate, quella del 1975, quando tutto questo, prima messo nella casella degli "elementi insopportabili" e di cui si era lamentato per 49 anni, non gli erano mai abbastanza.
Easter is over and spring is at its peak. Let's go for Easter that Madoi usually spent installed in his hideaway at Sesta spoiled by a heterogeneous and endless court of friends, so relatively happy , having them engaged in a sort of American "Egg Race, which actually is an Egg Roll" i.e. that at the end of it all of them - the chocolate eggs - had to be taken to Madoi' s table who smashed them with his fist. Spring, spring is the situation that irritated Madoi at this stage. Because after this almost bearable period, Summer usually arrives and, even if spent in Sesta as the only place in the world in crisis time, it was still a source of frustration and self induced inactivity given the lack of inspiration. Too many colors, too much light, too much noise, too many people, too much everything, hot inclusive. This yearly and seasonly mood went along till his very last summer, the one of 1975, where all this, put in the "unbearable items" and loudly detested for 49 years, was never enough.
Easter is over and spring is at its peak. Let's go for Easter that Madoi usually spent installed in his hideaway at Sesta spoiled by a heterogeneous and endless court of friends, so relatively happy , having them engaged in a sort of American "Egg Race, which actually is an Egg Roll" i.e. that at the end of it all of them - the chocolate eggs - had to be taken to Madoi' s table who smashed them with his fist. Spring, spring is the situation that irritated Madoi at this stage. Because after this almost bearable period, Summer usually arrives and, even if spent in Sesta as the only place in the world in crisis time, it was still a source of frustration and self induced inactivity given the lack of inspiration. Too many colors, too much light, too much noise, too many people, too much everything, hot inclusive. This yearly and seasonly mood went along till his very last summer, the one of 1975, where all this, put in the "unbearable items" and loudly detested for 49 years, was never enough.
