Yes, I know, now English is spoken in the world. And Agrifree is no exception. But upon closer inspection, there is a lot of history in that name!
Of those who see the camp (ager the Latins said) as a friend (friend the English say), and like a friend they want it free (free).
A story that comes from afar. Which only the great river can tell. Because we are in the heart of its Delta, in the land at the mouth, where wheat has been cultivated for generations, passed from hand to hand.

Here, in the middle of the fields of la Mea, where you now see modern sheds and old refurbished structures, an ancient heart beats.
Here were the stables, the caretaker's house. The houses, many children to start a school there. Here I was the teacher. I had to teach how to say things, how to write them into words. But how much I too have learned: the gestures of men at work, the face of the seasons, respect for the earth, the life of animals and plants. An ancient history, which now projects itself into the future.

That school is gone. But his legacy is alive. We are in the fourth generation, that of Agrifree, that of my niece Giorgia, of Nicola, her brother-in-law. Thanks to them this story can continue .