“I shall buy you a little house so you can bring flowers to Christ in the Blessed Sacrament”, with this sentence, “Mortella” makes its way into history, and into my family: a gift from Granfather Clemente to Grandmother Angelina; a place where she could grow flowers to bring to the church’s altar. From that moment, we all loved Mortella, and we still love it! Greatgrandmother brought her children to play here, and they brought their own children. And we brought ours. Once there used to be farmers, gardeners, cows, sheep and chickens. Today, the barns, the farmyard, the ovens, the secrets gardens and the olive oil mill bear witness to a life that no longer exists.