On 28 august 2016 the Varia was held in Palmi (a Calabrian city), it is a popular catholic celebration which today is an UNESCO heritage.
It is represented by a 16 Mt height float, the Universe, with a child at its top as a symbol of the Virgin Mary, which is sustained by the God.
It is a multi-year procession in honour of the Vergine Santissima della Sacra Lettera (Holy Letter’s Virgin Mary). Around the float there are children as little angels and Apostles. The float passes through the city after its “scasata” (a dialect world meaning “the exit”).
Concerning the world “Varia”, it’s a dialect world too, and it means “coffin”, the woody place from which the Virgin Mary rises to the Sky.
From 1733 the Virgin Mary of Sacra Lettera was the protector of the city even though its cult is far more ancient.
In the 1575 people from Palmi (palmesi) hosted refugees from Messina (messinesi) escaping from the plague which lasted for thirty years. Thanking people from Palmi, the messinesi donated them one hair of the Virgin Mary, which were brought to Messina in the 42AD with a letter of benediction from the mother of Jesus. Since then the Virgin Mary of the Sacra Lettera has been venerated as in Messina as in Palmi.
Nowadays, Varia is a procession celebrated in the last Sunday of august and its float carried on the shoulders of people represent the human desire to reach God.
I took these photos during my holiday in Palmi, which is my mother’s home town and the city of origin of Leonida Repaci (an Italian writer, poet, essayist and playwright).
Between countless immersions in this surprisingly still warm sea, I was present at events which embellish my days.
For days I followed the preparation of the “scasata” taking pictures of energetic parades and talking with people who were welcoming and full of joy.
I had the opportunity to take photos of the float during its preparation thanking the people who allowed me to climb on it. They were arranging the children around it, and this experience had increased my adrenaline.
Before the float started making its way through the city centre where I was waiting with my camera, I got the idea of asking to someone who lives in high buildings to give me the possibility to take photos from there. I knew it was a crazy thing to do, but I felt I had to take the risk.
So I rang the intercom of people who I don’t know but that I’m still thanking, and a woman, a stranger, allowed me to enter in her home in order to take pictures from her high balcony.
I felt blessed.
The feeling of welcoming, joy and communion was with me during these days. It’s overwhelming how events of peace can make all these wonderful things happens!
Here the photos.
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I mentioned Leonida Repaci in my introduction, and even if it is pretentious, I dared to translate to English something that he wrote and that I would like to share with you as a conclusion of my reportage:
"For me to be born in Calabria is a privilege…both as an artist and as a human I’m grateful to my cradle: for me Calabria is a moral category before a geographic expression. Calabrian as a metaphor , represents the Cliff, that is personality… In the heavy moments of life, when in the storm of adversity, the human being reveals itself, I felt something similar to the Pietrosa’s rocks from where the sea comes back to its primordial innocence in a gigantic scenario of cliffs which are climbing the mountain, repeating the mythology of Titans climbing up to the sky. " ( From "La Calabria, grande e amara" "Calabria, huge and sad/"bitter")