Our tales
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The Hammer and the Corkscrew
A catering supplies company once managed to convince a restaurant that the best tool for opening wine bottles was — believe it or not — a hammer.The salesman, clever and persuasive, easily won over his sales director, who proudly promoted the new product as “innovative and efficient.”The restaurant, trusting their supplier, ordered several of them.
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The Village Cook
Many years ago, in a small mountain village called Sant Ponç de la Neu, nestled deep in the highlands between Catalonia and Occitania, there lived a woman named Berenguera. She had almost nothing: no money, no schooling, no certificates on the wall. But she possessed a gift no one could replicate – she cooked as
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The Battle of the Meander: When the Perfect Plan Went Pear-Shaped
I. The River Between Two Towns In ancient times, when maps were more fantasy than science, two towns lived separated by a wide, winding river — the Mirror River — famous for its looping meanders, its black-earth islands, and fish that seemed to leap willingly into fishermen’s hands. To the west of the river lay
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The Mill and the Poisoned Current
A tale of duty, silence, and the cost of being ignored The Mill’s Secret Function At the bottom of a misty, hidden valley, there stood a peculiar watermill. It didn’t grind wheat or press olives. Instead, it crushed osmiridium — a rare and dangerous metal hidden deep in the valley’s rocks. The fine dust it
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The Bridge of Unspoken Words
Many years ago, in the foothills of Montcalm, between the villages of Villeneuve and Villardelle, there lived a man who made shoes. His name was Jan Moles, and he was known throughout the region for two things: the precision with which he worked leather… and his stubbornness. He crafted shoes for farmers, shepherds, dancers from
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The Tale of the Goat Herd Girl
In the mountains of northern Italy, nestled among jagged peaks and green meadows, lay two villages: Vigliasana and Vigliasanta. They were so close they might’ve been twins, separated only by a winding path. The villagers shared everything — the doctor, Tomasso, and the priest, Don Matteo, who traveled back and forth as needed. One day