Claudio - Manarola (2/2)
From that day on it was like I kinda unlocked myself, and overcame my shyness. Maybe, if I think about it, I ended up teaching precisely because I got on that stage. I had been teaching for 36 years, always at the same surveyor high school, always the same subject: constructions. I commuted from Manarola to Spezia every day.
It may seem like a repetitive life, because the beam I explained was always the same. But every year it's a different class, and a different class is a new opportunity, always.
What allowed me to survive all this time is that in teaching I have always put myself on the side of the students. I was against taking notes. I learned what I went on teaching for 36 years from my grandmother, an illiterate peasant from Manarola: when I was a child, we all lived together, me, my father, my mother, my grandparents and my uncles. When on Sunday evenings I left for Florence to go to the University my grandmother used to give me 500 liras and always said to me: 'Remember, Claudio: one who has too much money is afraid of thieves, one who has too many buildings is afraid of the communists, but what you study not even mice can eat it from you.'
It was to nurture the very spirit of my grandmother, even more than that of Don Milani, that I began teaching.