Now,
my braves, priviliged men! It seems that the moment has finally come, if
there would be any need, to introduce my so great person...for everybody
Nick O'Lean said "Il Truce" (The Fierce)...
I am the one who in that time assembled all of you under his signet, and
since then is also your signet, the one who has called you towards him for
a unprecedented deed, recognising in you the warlike spirit
(but above all the spirit) that he had been searching for such a long time
for this epic tenzon...
But let me tell you my own story and then you will judge by your selves on
the goodness of this so great epithet that
my enemies used to give me
during the battles...
My
family has different and far origin from the ones that my surname could
suggest, simple and country people, who moved from the poor Molise,
exploited and maltreated county of the "Sudania" (i.e. South of Italy) (as
one of my most dangerous enemies, the so-called Umberto the first and also
the last of Padania, i.e. Padany, loves to call this region), already
mother county of the famous Antony
One bad day, further become at
least the most beautiful day of my all life, the County called me to take service by the
close and feared Brixia one for a whole year: and there my life had a turning point... I
met the first of you, Mark McAnnon who was also destined from his mother county of Lodi to
the same destination of mine, and as soon as I met him for the first time he said: "
Bella lì (Good there)". Only 6 months I went
about him, but those "only 6 months" are not finished yet, even if everybody
came back at the end of that year to his own house, but it was discovered later that the
two counties are very close one to each other. At that time still vague and not well
defined there was a project in my head, but I recognised in him immediately my own same
glance (when sober), the same conquering spur which was lighting my brave heart. It
happened that at the end of that year, I organised together with other mercenaries found
casually, one first expedition over the see, in that legendary land which has became
furher our destination, the reason of all this, the Old Loved Éireann. I proposed
immediately this journey to the valiant McAnnon, but unfortunately he has to decline the
invite. I went with the others, the expedition itself was good, positive, I picked up
interesting material, I met many of the marveloous people who were living there and only
when I came back to my Italian house, I realised that a piece of my heart remained there,
scattered in crumbs for every centimeters that I covered of that land, exposed to the
strong and liberating wind of the Cliffs of Moher, immersed in the hop of that dark drink
which, in those lands, made by clever brewery masters, I learned to appreciate in a
genuine and primordial way...Guinness is its name! So I came back to my home, but
immediately leaving those lands I thought: "I will come back with
McAnnon". And then I changed my name in O' Lean and we prepared ourselves
in another expedition one year later. We left for the northern lands of
Netherlands (famous land for its thaumaturgical and beneficent herbs) and of Denmark,
motherland of the proud Vikings (and also of proud viking women) and the travel itself
confirmed my first impression...he would have been part of the game.
Sometimes the time is tyrranical, I know, but sometimes also benevolent: and as the time was passing by I learned to know inside out and appreciate another one of you, whom I used to know superficially but that, as time was passing indeed, he revealed himeseld to be made of the right stuff to face the ambitious conquering project which I had in my mind...the youngest among us... Mark O'Berty, "The man with the Ice eyes". Together with McAnnon, he became my loyal incursions companion in our county and in the sourrounding area, sometimes disguised (or to be honest maked-up) in clever and deceiving disguises, and it was even not necessary to receive a "yes" as an answer, to receive from him an assent to our admirable and ambitious transfert. Since he is the youngest of us, he is obviously the most unwilling and impatient to receive orders and advices, but this is normal and right, the guy is young and he will made himself man...He will made himswelf a lot!!...Let’s come on board!!
A little time earlier, I know
inside out another one of you, Andy Fab'Bruce: I felt that the group was missing an
element, a last piece which could cement in an indelible way this union of intents and I
wanderd searching for him (from here the bad gossip that, in my pilgrimage, they gave me
the ephitet of "Il Truce" (The Fierce)...all enemies umiliated during the
battles). I used to met him in some dancing feasts which took place at the Orto Village by
Trev Hill and also for the common frequentation , unfortunately for us, of a bad place in
the high part of the close Bergomum called Università degli studi (University). But I
knew nothing more about him: sensing in him, for that little that I knew, the qualities
that I was searching for I put him on the test arriving one day to his door and knocking
and presenting myself as a mendicant: the brave soul and in the meantime naturally
generous of Fab'Bruce welcomed me in his own house, he gave me food, he took care of me,
he found me a temporary job in a carpentary of wood bulls' in the presence of Gregorius
Fanzannagan and of his loyal and stout assistant Michael Lehidy. We used to talk, he
confided in me, his dreads, his fears, his desires (above all)... I didn't forget what he
made for me and I realised that I have seen in the right way, my research was finished,
finally I have found the missing pieces...he was the right man!!!
The moment finally came, the hour was right for me to come back to the Green Island, where I would have picked up the remaining pieces of half of my heart scattered along its lands or rather that I would have left definitely over there also the other half... I knew it was a risk that I was taking; but I have assembled you all, loyal and brave warriors, for being for you and for me companions in this deed and to aim, united, to something that one day we could really said to be our.
But
you too, once back, have been regretting those lands as I did since the day I left
them the first time, my friends, bringing back written in your hearts and in your eyes
the unforgettable memories of
those marvellous lands and people, bringing this land, as says my companion Fab 'Bruce,
in your hearts a lot of serenity and a lot of freedom. This is the way we
started to make followers and we became proud ambassadors of the irish
spirit: following our passionate tales, kind girls and other bold people
joined us soon following in our footsteps to our Loved Country and in
turned they remained charmed.
Well companions, this is my/our story that has still to be written...our little lives...and I call you to seal this blood union at the presence of the sacre drink cited above..The Guinness!
