Health with Dr. Greek: Brescia

Annamaria on Monday

The first step in this quest belongs to Old Africa Magazine. A few years ago, as a new subscriber delving into back issues, I came across�in Number 12�a photo of a rock wall in Longido, Tanzania.

An inscription chiseled into that stone presented an intriguing mystery: why were those words there and who had taken the trouble to turn that wall into a monument? On the most basic level: what did the words mean?

Old Africa offered a prize to anyone who could decipher the inscription. The letters were reproduced on the magazine�s page:

BENVENUTA ELIA NATO 7.2.1912 PARATICO BRESCIA WL ITALIA WRE

Below were some equally unclear numbers:

26 3 43

But the meaning of the words was plain to anyone who reads Italian. Or so I thought. �Benvenuta� means �welcome� to a female. But that did not go with �Elia,� which is a man�s name in Italy. So the inscription must actually begin �BENVENUTO.� A close look at the photo confirmed that the O/A was not exactly clear.

�Nato� means �born� in the masculine. Paratico is a town in Italy in the Provincia of Brescia. What looked like a W, in Italian stands for doppio V�double V. In this context it means �Viva.� Re is Italian for �king.�

So I read �Welcome, Elia, born 7 February 1912 in Paratico, Bresica Long Live Italy Long Live the King.�

The carved words seemed to be a birth announcement. I sent my translation to Shel Arensen, Old Africa�s editor. He published my letter. That was that.

But questions about baby Elia haunted me. Who had put his name and date of birth there? And why?

The first glimmer of the real truth came in a comment on a blog I wrote here on MIE on the subject. A reader named Lorenzo Colombo suggested that in addition to meaning �welcome,� Benvenuto is a relatively common Italian surname. He suggested that the baby born in 1912 was named Elia Benvenuto. And further posited that the numbers at the bottom indicated the date the inscription was made: 26 March 1943, which would coincide with a time when Italian soldiers were being held prisoner in Tanzania.

With these possible interpretations, an absolute compulsion gripped me. I had to get to the bottom of this.

On-line post: Mysterious in inscription on a rock in Tanzania
An American writer asks Brescians for help.

After of few vain attempts to find the truth through the keepers of birth records in Paratico, a path to the answer finally dawned on me. This mystery might very well intrigue a journalist in Brescia, who might publish my question, which could lead to someone still living in the area who knew the person I had begun to think of as my Elia. So, while in Italy this past June, I searched the net for such a publication and wrote a query to BSNEWS.it. Twenty minutes later I had an answer from Andrea Tortelli, a journalist in Brescia, who immediately became as fascinated by the story as I. He told me that Benvenuti (with an I) was a common surname in Paratico. He then took the baton, and we were off on a swift race to the finish line.

Solved: the mystery of the rock in Tanzania: here is
the story of Elia, the Stonecutter-Soldier

Andrea's piece in the online newspaper found and engaged an Internet chat group called Sei di Paratico se� (You are from Paratico if�). Within hours, we knew that Elia�s two daughters still lived in Paratico. Andrea interviewed one of them. Within a couple of days, we had a photo of the man himself�which Elia�s son-in-law scanned and sent to us. Here he is in a photo taken in Africa, while Elia served in the King's Army Corps, Colonial Somali Troops:

Elia Benvenuti, born in Paratico, Brescia, 2 July 1912

Elia Benvenuti was born in Paratico, in the province of Brescia, on 2 July 1912. (His inscription shows his birth date in the English, rather than the Italian format, likely because he knew it would be read by English people.)

At age twenty, he asked his mother to sign permission for him to join the military a year before he reached legal maturity. He was posted to Africa in 1932 and served in Eretria, Somalia, and Kenya. At some point after the outbreak of World War Two, he was taken prisoner by the British and sent to Tanzania. Undoubtedly, he made the inscription while there.

Sometime afterwards, he was transported to Great Britain and eventually repatriated. Back in Italy, he became a stonecutter in the local sandstone quarry�as were most of the men in the area in the early and mid-Twentieth Century. He married and had two daughters. He died prematurely in 1963 of a heart attack, which his family believe was brought on by the ravages of war, his work, and many, too many cigarettes.

The story as it appeared in the local print newspaper

His daughter Ilde describes him as a special person�sociable, outgoing, and adventurous. �Paratico was too small for him,� she said. �He loved Africa and always hoped to return. But he had bad memories of his treatment by the English.� He often told his family amusing, and sometimes disturbing war stories. Once, he was trying to make a roadside repair of his motorcycle. He had disassembled the nonfunctioning gearbox when an ostrich came along and ate some of the pieces. There was a time when he was lost in the desert for three days. Toward the end of that trial, distressed and fearful that he would not be rescued, he kept his pistol loaded and ready in case he needed to shoot himself rather than suffer a horrible death.

Fortunately, his fellow soldiers found him in time. And so today Benvenuti's story lives through his daughters and grandchildren.

He never told his family about the inscription he left behind, but his daughters say that it was in his character to do such a thing. That he wrote �VV RE� was also in keeping with his sentiments�expressing loyalty to the King, not to fascism. His daughters were stupefied and completely delighted to learn for the first time that their father had left his mark on a wall in such an exotic place.

�Who would have thought?� Ilde Benevenuti said. �On first seeing the inscription I thought my father was a bit meglomanic to carve his name in stone. I don�t know why he did it, but he truly loved Africa and must have wanted to leave his imprint in the heart of the continent. Certainly my father was a romantic character. He would be charmed by the all the attention he is getting now, with the news of the rock in Tanzania.�

I am deeply grateful to Andrea Tortelli of Brescia and Nicoletta Pini of Florence for their essential part in this quest.

For me, solving the mystery takes nothing away from the romance of that lone Italian prisoner who chiseled his existence into stone and left his own monument for us to wonder over and contemplate seventy-five years after he carved it and more than a century after his birth.

VV Elia!

Up coming events for Annamaria:

July 10: 7PM

The Chappaqua Library

195 S Greeley Ave

Chappaqua, NY 105146

July 19: 6:30PM

BookTowne

171 Main St.

Manasquan, NJ 08736

July 21st at 2:30PM

Desmond-Fish Library

Route 9D at Route 403

Garrison, New York 10524

Annamaria on the Road Again

I am reposting this, not only because I am off on a brief trip, but also because next week I will have big news about the mystery of the inscribed rock described below. So I want to refresh your memory (or clue you in for the first time) on how I became preoccupied with the identity of an obscure Italian born in the province of Brescia in 1912. Here is a post from a couple of years ago recounting - among other things - how I found out about a carving on a rock wall in a remote part of Tanzania. Come back next week, and I'll tell you the answer to the mystery.

The following was originally published in August of 2016:

Without a planned trip in my future, I am bereft. Bear with me while I reminisce.

Two years ago today, I had just arrived in Nairobi, on my own in Africa for the first time, and so looking forward to all that I would see.

That trip started with a Google search more than a year before. I was doing some general research for my African series. I have no recollection what terms I had typed in, but there on the first page of results was the entry for Old Africa Magazine. Be still my heart. One click, and there it was: the website of my dreams.

�Subscribe now,� it said. Faster than you can say �Jack Robinson.� Back issues? �Please send all you have.�

Once they arrived. I began to read them in date order. (You do remember that I went to Catholic school?) They gave me exactly the kind of thing that moves my imagination most�stories of people who had lived there and then, photos of life at the time of my novels. There was also, in each issue, a contest to identify some past event. Nothing I could ever hope to do.

But then I came to Issue No. 12, which was by then seven years old. And I found this:

The words carved on the rock were given in the magazine as: �Benvenuta, ELIA, NATO, 7.2.1912. PARATICO, BRESCIA, WL ITALIA, WRE.� The page went on to say that though the contest was over, answers were still welcome.

The thing was, I could read that rock.

So I emailed the editor�Shel Arensen�and asked if they had ever gotten an answer. He responded that they had only a partial translation. So I sent him mine:

Dear Shel, the magazine copy says that the carving says �Benvenuta"� which would be �Welcome" in the feminine as if to a girl. But from the photo, it could be �Benvenuto,� which would make more sense considering what the rest says.

"Elia (usually a masculine name), �Nato� born in the masculine. It goes on "7 February 1912 Paratico, Brescia,� which is town in Lombardy. The W in "WL Italia" could stand for VV, which would mean �Viva L� Italia� (Long live Italy.) WRE would really be VV RE, �Long live the King.�

So my take: It says. "Welcome, Elia. Born on 7 February 1912 in Paratico, Brescia. Long live Italy. Long live the King.�

Paratico a hundred years after Elia's birth,

In his first email, Shel had also asked what sparked my interest in his magazine. An understandable question since he could see no connection between a woman of Italian descent living in New York and a nostalgia magazine about Kenya and Tanzania. I told him about my forthcoming Strange Gods. And he offered to review it.

I sweated that review. After all, Shel and his readers were the descendants of the people I was writing about. Every mistake I made would glare at them. I am gratified to say that he liked the book. He even found convincing my characterization of Vera McIntosh, born in East Africa, the child of a missionary, which Shel himself is.

And then came the magic invitation. Old Africa was about to sponsor a hundredth anniversary tour of the World War I battlefields of Kenya. With ten books planned in my series and three of them to deal those very places and times, how could not go.

And so I did.

Some if you have read here about my visit during that stay to the wonderful nuns and the splendid Maasai girls at Emusoi, and about my overwhelmingly thrilling safari in the Masai Mara. I am saving the details of the battlefield tour for when those books come to the fore, numbers five, six, and seven of the series. In the meanwhile, on the two-year anniversary of that trip, hungry as my heart is to be in Africa right now, I can�t think of anything else to share with you today but these thoughts and the photos that take me back.