Just a few doors from our place in Verona was a giant set of stairs the Scalone. These stairs led up to San Pietro, high up above the city. This offered a "Florence -like" view across the river into the city. I was grateful for this walk, it was a no brainer, no maps or organization required, and if the magnificent view were not enough, then the coffee afterwards was the reward. One morning, I met a guy who was dressed in martial arts gear. He looked pretty fit, and he had a stick. He was practising Spada, a form of martial art. He was from Brazil, but we could speak in Italiano.
I explained the training that I had done with Golden Canes, and how older people can use the cane for defense. I explained how we are trained to survey our environment so as to prevent trouble, and how our tactics buy us a precious few seconds to get away
He was interested, but he was much more focused on attack.
What a surprising encounter.
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| Now I've got the cane, ha, I sure showed him a thing or two. |
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