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Yes, in Italy, families often have traditions for naming baby boys that are connected to their culture and religion. They might choose names to honor saints, continue family names, or have a special meaning related to Italian heritage. These traditions show the strong influence of Catholicism and Italian customs on naming.
In May 2004 the Balì Museum, Planetarium and interactive science museum, was opened to the public in Italy: 35 hands-on exhibits designed according to the interactive tradition of the Exploratorium in San Francisco, an astronomic observatory for educational activities, a Planetarium with 70 places. With a total investment of about three million euros, about two thirds of which were spent on restructuring the splendid eighteenth-century villa in which it is housed, the undertaking may be considered a small one in comparison with other European science centres. Three million euros: perhaps enough to cover the cost of only the splendid circular access ramp to the brand-new Cosmocaixa in Barcelona, an investment of one hundred million euros. But the interesting aspect of the story of the Balì Museum (but also of other Italian stories, as we shall see) lies in the fact that this lively and advanced science centre stands in the bucolic region of the Marches, next to a small town of only 800 inhabitants (Saltara, in the Province of Pesaro and Urbino), in a municipal territory that has a total of 5000. Whereas in Italy the projects for science centres comparable with the Catalan one, for example projects for Rome and Turin, never get off the ground, smaller ones are opening in small and medium-sized towns: why is this? And what does the unusual location of the centres entail for science communication in Italy? This Focus does not claim to tell the whole truth about Italian interactive museums, but it does offer some phenomenological cues to open a debate on the cultural, economic and political premises that favour their lives.
- XL: Just about everyone overrates their own ability to drive, generosity and their ability to conduct an adult relationship (except Jack, who cannot drive at all). Another example is housework. Couples were once asked what percentage of the house work they do, and when they add the total up it came to around 130%. Things we overestimate include donating to charity, voting, maintaining a successful relationship and volunteering for unpleasant lab experiments. However, according to the Institute of Child Study at Toronto University toddlers who tell lies early on are more likely to do well in later life.
With this idea I climbed over a portion of the broken wall, and in theshadow of the cypress-trees--shadow dense as the darkness of Egypt--Iviewed the mournful scene before me, with mingled feelings ofcuriosity and dread.
To add to the horror of the situation, the moon had obscured herselfbehind a thick cloud, and there was now a deep darkness over all thegraveyard, a darkness in which I could see nothing, and only hear thefaint sigh of the wind, the rustle of the dry grasses, and the loudbeating of my heart.
Suddenly I felt that this creature of the night was passing near me,and in abject terror I shrank back against the rough trunk of the treeunder which I was standing. I heard nothing in the still night, I sawnothing in the thick darkness; but I felt it pass, by that sixth sensewhich is possessed by those who have highly strung nerves. In anothermoment the moon emerged from behind the clouds in all her splendour,and the burst of light gave me courage, for without considering thedanger, either material or immaterial, I rushed quickly towards thebroken wall, in which direction I judged this unseen ghoul had gone.
The face was that of a woman, a beautiful woman with full crimsonlips, large dark eyes, and great masses of reddish-coloured hair, foreven in the cold moonlight I could see the warm, bronze glint of hertresses. One hand, slender and white, clasped the dark robe to herbreast, and she looked towards the darkness of the broken wall as ifshe knew that some one had seen her terrible resurrection. On herdelicate features there was a cold, stern look, like that of theancient Medusa, and truly I felt as if I were turning into stonebefore the cruel glare of those eyes which seemed to pierce the gloomin which I lay hid. It will be said that I describe somewhat minutelythe appearance of this ghoul, seeing that I only beheld her for amoment in the pale, uncertain gleam of the moon; but so close was sheto the wall, and so highly strung were my nerves by the weirdness ofthe situation, that the sudden apparition of this creature of thenight photographed itself indelibly on my brain.
Curiosity, however, prevailed over fear, and as at any moment I mightlose sight of her, and thereby never discover if she were of this orthe other world, I followed her boldly into the intense gloom intowhich she had vanished. My eyes could hardly pierce the darkness, andI feared I would not be able to keep her in sight, when luckily aportion of her cloak became disarranged, and I saw the vivid glimmerof a white dress, on which I kept my eyes fastened as a guiding star.
Onward she glided, turning down here, climbing up there, until my feetwere weary with walking; and besides, not knowing the way, I stumbledfrequently, which gave me many a bruise. The darkness, however, seemedno obstacle to the ghoul, who walked onward as rapidly as if she werestill in the moonlight; on the contrary, it was only by the greatestcare that I could grope my way sufficiently quickly to keep her insight, and prevent her from discovering me by my frequent stumbles.
Making one last effort, however, I felt all the iron bars singly, tosee if any one was loose, in which case I could remove it and thusslip through; when to my astonishment, on the left side of the gatefurthest from the door, I found that one of the bars had been wrenchedaway. Without waiting to consider this, which was curious to say theleast of it, I concluded that the woman, if indeed she were flesh andblood, had entered by this breach in the gate, so at once tookadvantage of my discovery and soon found myself in the courtyard. Thepalace appeared to be quite deserted, as the windows were all broken,and the ironwork of the balconies which ran round the four sides ofthe courtyard, at different heights, was twisted out of all shape;besides which, the mosaic pavement upon which I stood was smashed inseveral places, and grass grew between the interstices. I could seeall this plainly in the moonlight, and, moreover, as a great door atthe end of the courtyard opposite the iron gate was slightly ajar,while all the other smaller doors were closed, I came to theconclusion that the ghoul had gone in there. My conjecture provedcorrect, for as, hiding in the shadow, I peered into the gloom of thebuilding, I saw the sudden flare of a torch which the woman had justfired, and with this in her hand she began to climb up a flight ofsteps--at least, so I judged from seeing the torch rise higher andhigher in the darkness until it vanished altogether.
At the first turning of the ascent all was still in darkness, but ontaking the second turning I saw the torch gleaming like a fierceyellow star in the gloom of a long corridor. Luckily I had very light,thin shoes on, and trod cautiously, otherwise the echo of my footstepswould most surely have betrayed me to the mysterious torch-bearer. Thepalace was certainly not inhabited, as I heard nothing to support sucha belief; but as I hastened along the wide corridor, through thewindows on the left side streamed the pale moonlight, and I saw thatthe glass in these windows was painted to represent coats-of-arms, sowithout doubt this deserted mansion had once been the residence ofsome great Veronese noble.
Determined not to be discovered, I thought it a capital plan to hidebetween the tapestry and the wall, so as to secure good concealment,and then steal along the walls until I arrived at the curtainedopening, through which I hoped to be able to see into the room beyond.Just as I made up my mind to put this plan into practice, the torch,which had been burning very low, flickered and went out, so that thehall was in complete darkness. In the gloom, however, rays of brightlight shone through the embroidered curtains. I heard the murmur ofvoices, and then the sharp, clear notes of a mandolin. The ghoulevidently had some one with her, perhaps the unfortunate individualwhom she proposed to devour; so as no time was to be lost, I slippedinto the apartment, enconced myself between the tapestry and the wallon the left of the door, and prepared to creep along, if possible, tothe curtained archway. While I paused a moment to regain breath andcourage, for certainly the situation was not without an element ofdanger, the metallic notes of the mandolin ceased and a man's voicebegan singing some Italian song, but one with which, in spite of myknowledge of music, I was not acquainted. It was a slow and sensuousmelody of passionate sweetness with an undercurrent of sadness, andthe singer had a remarkably fine tenor voice, sounding full and richeven through the heavy curtains, which prevented me hearing the wordsclearly. Evidently this was an amorous rendezvous, but why was ittaking place in this deserted palace, and why had the lady come from avault in a graveyard to keep it?
At the end of the corridor I turned to the left, and found the shortflight of shallow steps, which, however, led up into darkness, so thatbefore ascending them I had to light my candle. Luckily there were nodraughts, for the air was absolutely still, and the flame of my candleburned clear and steadily. Up these steps I went, entered the shortcorridor, and paused before the heavy door which gave admission intothe ante-chamber of the fatal room. Realizing what had taken placeinside on that fatal night, I dreaded to enter, lest I should find thecorpse of the unfortunate Pallanza on the floor; but overcoming myemotions, with a strong effort I thrust open the door and entered.
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