are contacted by responsible for the Pro Loco of Ostra: is there a basement just flooded in the spaces below those of their association, they come from strange sounds and noises that sometimes resemble other moans to dry sounds like cracking whips or glass breaking. The Cavebusters meet on Thursday and we are at Ostra. Our hosts welcome us stunned ... why did we go wrong day, the appointment was set for the next day. Do not panic, get used to the idle of the room say they are still excited to undertake a full exploration of pitfalls with the fearless, well-equipped Cavebusters (jeans and a helmet, even with an ancient system of acetylene, a rarity from a past bulky and awkward but which is always a terrible figure, after all). The type leads to entry, just a smell of stale and musty envelops us, after a slight hint of sausage was definitely better, "actually edible here we organize the meetings of the association", confirms the no longer young, chairman of fresh appointment, as we would like to emphasize. But let us proceed. One slip quietly a few feet wide, with steps just mentioned there should lead to establishment. Fronts in the head quickly go regardless of possible dirty tricks that spititelli place more or less pigs could play, when suddenly materialize out of thin air here is water under our feet, Chicco has it now ankles and terrorized by the event recedes in leaps and bounds. but perhaps the water has always been there. In the vaulted cellar at the entrance welcomes us a scitta esoteric, or maybe it's just the logo of the old brick factory. With the lights to investigate the depth of a central corridor that seems unfathomable depths (especially if the batteries are low dellaTikka), so that you could not see the end, placed about twenty yards ahead. The water stagnates on the bottom, the highest in the middle on each side just touches the floor. A number of concretions draws our attention, a hair angel of about one meter, some gold and reddish-colored veils, but the surprise more are welcome trays with Sleepy, small but perfect. Immediately triggered the raid, immediately followed by remorse and blame each other, then back to brawl on pearl carbonate. A voice rings out left and pounding in our heads: "tessssorooo. Meanwhile, the most bizarre cases make their way on the presence of this water in the basement of a weighbridge located on top of the hill. finding no plausible geological explanations physical, speech diverts the magical forces of the supernatural which is usually manifest themselves in such environments, in fact after a long reasoning is endorsed without doubt the loss of sciaquone family bathroom above ... Never stop enjoing!
