This time I left there with a little curiosity, but it seems impossible it has already been 10 days since I last wrote. Instead it seems so! The time has flown by, hard, and my head has always been very committed. Let's go a bit with
order .. We were the arrival of Baptist. Sunday at 6.30 in the rooster sang Kivi-Vigala beautiful and at 7.30 we were ready to turn the engines of the dairy. Vigala is an incredible environment, Vasco would say "it's all a balance above the crowd. "The caldaista, the mechanic, Jaan, the capocaseificio, the lady of the ricotta. A life in there, between the humidity of the pasteurizer and the smell of the curd in granddi just emptied the tanks.
When you arrive on Sunday morning was like if we were not Baptist and I, everything was gone and pre-prepared in order to continue production as they have always done. The attempt to oust the "intruders Italian" been there, I was expecting. It 'was the defense of their world and their territory. Vigala is the dairy, the company is prooduzione, mozzarella is what they always do. Stop.
Baptist gracefully strutting, he immediately wanted to clarify that it was to help them and not to control. I have put a bit to the window, curious. The translator has also meediatrice culture. Thus, from an initial confrontation with cold with the passing hours of the climate has become more collaborative and Vigala-People began to listen. This is a common feature of the Estonian people, do not listen, but the reason is: in general, no one talks. Silence. Vigala is silent. The patient
Baptist has joined the production for the whole week, introducing sparingly, day after day, little tricks and innovations. Funny episodes there have been many, one is very significant. When the lady of the cottage cheese was told to use another coagulant initially pretended not to hear and then you put in the middle between the Baptist and the boiler of the serum in defense of its territory. Primitive gestures and authentic. When Baptist insisted she started to cry. At least 60 years of a woman, born grown and matured in the shadow of the boiler of the ricotta. His paradigm was shattered in a second and she gave out. He wanted to talk to the boss to ask how it was possible Olaf, Olaf when he confirmed that it was necessary to test the new method has bowed his head, resigned, as did the people of Estonia before any foreign domination. Test result excellent, soft cheese, however, that she did not want to try.
Ricotta just emerged from the serum, yet hot is an absolute delight. Fills the taste buds with an intense flavor and delicate, it seems solid milk. Equally good is the cheese is processed in the machine while spinner. The smell of it simmering in tubs mascarpone. The large tanks of milk with the blades that break the curd. All new things for me, smells and actions consolidated for those who live for decades.
The greatest satisfaction was able to seat at the table all the key roles of Vigala: Helia the capacaseificio, the new head of production Jaan, Jaan the delivery man, Jaak sales manager, Olaf the big boss. All Batttista to listen and take notes and ask questions. I'm in a corner of the table to enjoy the moment and the ecstatic faces of those who are not used to be able to ask questions. E 'was their chance, and I have many others, to understand what is really the company to which they belong.
After immersion in the reality of the country, interrupted by periodic trip to the course of the Estonian capital, I find myself on a Friday night with our dear Baptist to eat at the Old Hansa. It 's a magical place and he is kidnapped medieval atmosphere we breathe. Two lamb shanks with pumpkin jam, cinnamon two beers, two Vana Tallinn to digest. Very enjoyable evening spent talking a little work and lots of Fabio and Baptist. We have at least 35 years apart but at times I feel her own age, I do not know if I reason is because I am an old man or if he is young in the head. Maybe both. Maybe the things they like to both have no age. The mountain bike, cheese. And 'What a beautiful character. When you salute me a pat on the shoulder. He returned to Italy, I'll stay here the guardian of his innovations and helmsman of the enchanted world of Vigala and its characters.
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