TOLMEZZO. Two brothers, even if the blood bond is only metaphorical. Always together as kids, then far away and again next to each other as adults, to share a common passion: the mountains. Together on the peaks until the drama, the fatal fall that broke an indissoluble friendship, to the point that it reunited them a year later, with a plaque born from the emotions of shared memories. Fausto Scarsini, 64, on 10 August 2020 saw his friend Tiziano Scarsini, a 62-year-old former carabiniere, fall from the rock on the northwest corner of Mount Sernio. In an instant, everything changed: but if the heart was torn, their relationship was not scratched.
Fausto, in the company of Titian’s brother, Daniele, and some friends, went up to that peak and placed a plaque on the cross that greets hikers. A few verses are read: «Mandi Tiziano, mandi frut. The sound of your lost footsteps for this mountain. Childhood steps have seen us run through the fields in bloom. It was August 10, 2020. The time of human destiny has stopped with your gaze turned to the sky. There you are … in the fluffy clouds look at the mountain. Our tearful gazes lost in the memory of your step ».
“I will never forget what happened that day, the images of the last minutes with Tiziano come back every day – says Fausto moved -. One moment he was taking a picture of me with his cell phone, a few meters away, the next I saw his hand come off the rock and his body fall. The fall from behind, onto the backpack, then the overhang down for over 500 meters. I don’t know how I managed to stay lucid: I went to safety and called the emergency services, which were immediately activated. Unfortunately, however, I felt inside me that there was nothing more to do ».
Then the mind goes back to childhood, those days spent having fun together. «However, the moments lived with him remain indelible in the heart and mind, a time that marked me – adds Fausto – It was a friendship born of children, in Illegio, where our families lived side by side. The pranks, the games in the courtyard from morning to night, we grew up together. Then he continued his life in the Carabinieri, I in the Guardia di Finanza in Mantua, where I moved in 1982 ».
The two, in fact, never really got lost. Summer was the season of meeting in the country, that mountain village that made them known. And when it was time to leave, the two friends allowed each other new moments together. «The mountains were a common passion. That day we organized ourselves to celebrate our friendship, we had to spend the night on the top to tell and remember our youth – concludes Fausto -. Unfortunately, that much-loved mountain, on which he moved as an expert hiker that he was, has still divided us: I know, however, that he continues to look at me from up there together with our mothers “.
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