“I have spent all my life trying not to waste a single moment, of life, in order to have the time to die.” William Faulkner, La Grande Foresta (The Big Forest)
Why is it always the wolf’s fault?
Why is he always the villain in stories?
Why do they lead you to believe this from childhood?
Then something bad really happens and every time it is the wolf.
But in most cases the culprit is not the wolf.
This is the story of the last wolf to be killed in Puglia, and of everything which died with him.
In a small town with no name a child grows up between school, home and a big wood.
The young boy goes to school on foot, he runs, he doesn’t want to wait: he wants to grow up and become a hunter, like his grandfather.
Instead his grandfather makes him slow down and teaches him to discover the wood and its rules, a world which is dying out, but which – for those with a trained eye and patience – is infinitely more beautiful than the one we are building.
