Piacentino in Pamplona at the San Fermin Day bull run

Good books stick with you, settle, mature, and years later suddenly come back with a bang. You don’t know when, but it happens. Walter Bozzarelli On July 7, I take part in the San Fermin Festival in the city of Navarre, which is made famous by Hemingway’s novel and is visited every year, from July 6 to July 15, by thousands of people who want to breathe in the adrenaline of racing with the bulls. In the famous arena, they race alongside the bull through the medieval streets of Pamplona: 850 meters to which the bullring is their arrival point.
“Based on these readings and after I reached the age of 60 – explains Bozzarelli – there is not much time left to participate in a bull run, an experience I have always dreamed of.” It took two and a half days to reach Pamplona by motorbike, traveling along the inland and state roads the provinces of Asti, Cuneo, and Colle d’Alanillo line up for the border crossing, and once through the Alps, Provence and southern France. , then Carcassonne, Pau, to reach the Basque Country and Pamplona. Getting out unscathed from the arena is a matter of skill, but luck is on your side that can help. “Today there are more people taking part, you have to be a little lucky: if you run in front of the bull, you have to look not only at the animal, but also at the men in front of you. If you don’t, you risk stumbling and a whole herd passing over you.”

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