The television was still a luxury and only a few families had one. When there was an interesting drive, the lounge was transformed into a small movie theater. Relatives and close friends who had not met to assist in the program area. The same thing happened in the bar.
Then the lottery Italy was combined with a music program Canzonissima. It was a singing competition between the big song and every song was a finalist matched the winning ticket. There were also many prizes and consolation, to be honest, the most dreamed about just that. Small children have small dreams and desires. Of course winning the first prize would be great but it was more hope than a consolation that there were many more likely to see their dream realized. On Saturday evening they were all watching the program that allowed to dream.
Pinuccia Lisetta and two sisters were respectively 5 and 3 years. Their father was a mere employee of a post office in a small country, barely touched by the economic boom. The mother, housewife, she was beautiful, good, kind and friendly. It was a good housewife. Looked after the home and family being able to rely much more modest salary of her husband who used to say, appreciated, and that any money he did come out two.
sewing, embroidering, knitting, and cheap, could do great lunches. The dream of this beautiful little family, however, was a home, perhaps with a garden where children could play, a small vegetable garden. Her father dreamed of even a car, possibly a lookout or a Fiat Fiat station wagon. So Sunday would have been able to visit her parents who lived far from the village in the country. These cars were small cars, a Fiat Cinquecento now.
At that time the lottery tickets were sold to me, just like stamps. The cost was not excessive and if they sold enough. That year was the last day arrived and all the blocks with a pair of tickets remained unsold. It was a hassle! We had to make a report, attach the block with the unsold tickets. In short, it would have been much better that someone had bought. The father of Pinuccia Lisetta and looked at them for long: he wanted to buy them and put them all in the hopes of seeing their dreams realized and his wife. But she could not afford the expense, even minimal. Get one, however, would not have prevented all the work for the return. So he was going to compile the report, when he entered office, a greeting, the village doctor. "Good evening, Doctor, you want the latter two lottery tickets, is already closing and I have to return them. The girls are waiting for me and I have not bought them the sheath of the witch, I'm late to compile this report and will remain free." "Two? No, we do one for me and the other to you. "Was the response from the doctor. So a ticket ended up in the pockets of the Doctor and the other in the portfolios of the employee, maintained as a bill of large denomination.
was the night of the Epiphany and the girls were excited. Epiphany is then only received gifts and stocking with candy. Every year the postal administration gave toys to the children of its employees and so the gift was provided, but the sock was miserable, just because of that ticket, bought at the last minute.
However they were happy to wake up the beautiful dolls and in particular it has not found ash and coal.
all afternoon watching television in the living room to watch the drawing of lottery tickets. What a disappointment! All the broken dreams!
life, home, bike to move were the same as ever. The father took
the ticket from his wallet and gave it to Pinuccia, who observed with pleasure the beautiful daisy on the ticket, rolled it and put it in the small pocket of apron that my mother was always the girls, so that dirt and the dresses.
The next morning, while his mother performed the household chores and the girls played with dolls, the father returned from work in the company of unexpected doctor. The latter had bought the newspaper and had seen the number of tickets they had won the consolation prize of one million (it was the late 50). He had won but the consolation prize winning ticket was sold in their province and it was just a number less than his. He concluded that it could be the ticket that he had refused and that the employee had bought for himself. So he ran to the office and then home to check. The poor father was desperate because he remembered that he had given the ticket to Pinuccia to make it play. Surely he had torn after the game. The mother heard it, she panicked, asked the girl what had happened to the ticket with the daisy, but she remained silent. Lisetta, in a flash, put your hands in the pocket of the apron of the little sister and pulled out a small roll.
It was the winning ticket and was also the birthday of Pinuccia. What a party, what a joy, not just the small little family but for the relatives and dear friends. Each received a small portion of the prize or money or gifts. Money was not a fortune but served to give life to dreams.
even if the car was bought second hand, they purchased the land and laid the foundations for the home. It took years of sacrifice but was eventually built a beautiful house, still exists. Pinuccia Lisetta and now grandmothers tell their grandchildren the good story that has seen key players.
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