It is the fifth year that I dedicate 100 to a saint. This year I want to remember Blessed John XXIII ° 50 years after his death in Rome on June 3, 1963. Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli was born on 25 November 1881 in Sotto il Monte - near Bergamo - to a peasant family. He certainly...
I wanted to thank the organization for my wonderful 1st passer experience. Something difficult to describe, a fairytale path surrounded by beautiful people. An adventure that happened in a particular moment of my life that gave me the strength to really understand who I am..... This is also the Passatore .... "the longest day of your life" .......... that...
To Tomaso Rondinini The first time I had the chance to admire your sporting talent, I was a little boy. You played soccer in the team of my parish, S.Andrea, and for the class you put in touching the ball we had nicknamed you D'Artagnan (also because of the similarity with the character of Dumas). It was...
I have a 100 in my heart, it arrived a few years ago, settled in there and then started from there and entered the whole body. Unofficially the flea falls in the ear in September 2009 after half of Bergamo, another falls in Reggio 2011 when I meet Paolo (we meet at 35 ° km when...
I've been waiting for you for a lifetime and now it doesn't seem true! From the first moment, from the shot, I understood that I could not have wanted to withdraw. Even when I don't see you, you're in front of my eyes. I prepared myself to the best of my ability, I tried to predict every...
I am my "brotherly" friend, we had a dream ... a 100km long dream .. Well sometimes dreams come true, not a "virtual" reality made of computers, play stations or anything else, but a reality made of sacrifices, trainings, moments of exaltation mixed with moments of frustration, not just podistically speaking. Our dream, or rather the mirage...
The Passatore is not only the most beautiful race in the world, but the most felt and participated by the communities among which the course develops. The charm of running alone at night, and the wonder of finding, at midnight, a group of people who live on the street who cheer you on and offer...
