testata Fondazione Sergio the patriarch


The earth that unites people, creeds and races. An attempt to bring different cultures and beliefs closer together in order to go beyond, towards a freer and clearer vision of brotherhood. To cultivate the earth is first of all non-violence and the ability to listen to her message through the plants and the animals, free from any form of chemical poisoning.

Our way of looking at the Foundation is simple and direct, just as the life of country people has always been. We want to host, free of charge, elderly people in need of rest and love, for their well-being in the fields and the woods. We want to invite youngsters in search of their identity, so that they can find themselves and grow through the message of nature. They will be our guests for a month in original country houses, in the middle of vineyards, olive trees and woods, on the hill overlooking San Gimignano, in the heart of Tuscany. During their stay they will learn our way of life and our daily work, and they will find themselves part of the big family that lives and works at Montenidoli. They will have the chance to meet all the friends of Montenidoli: geologists, biologists, agronomists, vine growers, wine personalities.

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Foundation Sergio Il Patriarca ONLUS

The big family of our small planet
· Chase fear through the knowledge of nature and the search of culture.
· Gather the riches of different creeds and traditions, getting to know one another and becoming friends.
· Understand that we must all live as a big family in our small planet.
These are the aims of the Sergio The Patriarch Foundation.
The Foundation is located on two farms, an island surrounded by woods, on a hill overlooking San Gimignano, in front of the Tuscan Chianti, right in the heart of Italy. Nature here offers all its perfection and beauty. The air is transparent and pure. You can feel the breath of the earth and the magnetism of the rocks. It is a special place where nature speaks a new language. A new energy springs in the mind, a new light opens the hearts. It goes beyond personal horizons towards a more enlightened way of thinking.
Sergio the Patriarch, the “Magister”, was a simple teacher but a great healer for children, youngsters, adults, elderly folk. He used to ask pupils, friends and visitors to walk with him in these magic surroundings. His conversation was simple and friendly but always focused on the need of the person he was talking to. His words naturally flowed with peace and understanding.
Everybody was deeply touched, discovering new truths in themselves. Everybody left full with new courage and deeper understanding of the aims of his life.
Sergio became “The Patriarch” and left a precious heritage of love and comprehension at Montenidoli. His message must proceed further; for this reason the two farms on the top of the hill were given to the Foundation.
We are seeking for friends, supporters and donators to fulfill the aims of our programme.


On the two farms we want to host for one month elderly and young people from around the world.
Up to eight retired penniless people on one farm and eight young people with little purpose in life - , but a little knowledge of English, on the other farm.
This month together is to promote an encounter of mutual understanding, a pause between the past and the future.

During their meetings the aged will focus on the story of their lives, how they faced their successes and their failures: problems and solutions.
The young will show the other side of life: the different needs of modern times, their way of understanding the future, and their aims.
Culture, religion, traditions, crafts and industry, hand writing and the internet, the gap between old and new generations…
Roots in the past and…”roots in the future”…
They will find themselves part of the big family that lives and works at Montenidoli.
They will have the chance to meet the friends of Montenidoli: geologists, biologists, agronomists, vine growers, and wine personalities.
It will be an exchange of a new and an old way of life and culture: old and new skills, artisanal crafts and industrial achievements.
The heritage of the past and a torch for the future.
An internet library will gather the summary of their meetings and be sent around the world.


The old will be happy to pass on their experience and their culture.
The young will find new paths for their life to come.
The Foundation will generate a better understanding of nature and human feelings.


Plans for 30 days of stay:

  • - First day reception and welcome
  • - Last day packing and a final reflection on the Montenidoli experience
  • - Four days touring Tuscany: towns, museums, landscapes, markets, craft fairs.
  • - 24 days of full immersion in the wisdom of nature in the red land of the Triassic soil that surrounds the two farms.
  • - Long walks in the woods and in the vineyards, lessons on different topics: the earth and climate change, mineralogy, geology, agronomy, biology, viticulture, oenology and also yoga, gym, first aid, psychology, and art and beauty.
  • - Extended meetings and discussions to create a vital declaration of solidarity that is absolutely necessary for all of us.


As soon as the house for the young is restored, the well is drilled, and all accessories are ready, we can begin!

  • - 2 people full time for cleaning and cooking
  • - 1 person full time for guiding the guests
  • - 1 person full time for logistics
  • - 2 vans with 2 drivers for 6 days


A report of all their investments will be carefully valued, checked and registered.
The guest house of Montenidoli, La Fidanza, will be available should they wish to visit
The Symposium of La Fidanza will be available for seminaries and meetings.
The special Vintages of the wines of Montenidoli will be available for them.
And what is most important: their help will be vital in our coming together for peace and a better life.


My name is Antonio De Luca.
I was born in Calabria, in a village called San Costantino Calabro.
When I was 7 years old, with my large family: my mother Caterina, my grandmother Anna, my seven sisters and my brother, we moved to Genova, in the old town: Salita del Prione.
I had already attended the first class of elementary school in Calabria but as I had been unable to finish the year I began again in Via Fieschi, with my brother Domenico. The first day we were a little scared as we knew nobody, but we were welcomed at once by our teacher, Sergio.
He was immediately good with us.
We were part of a group coming from the south of Italy; we were “southerners” in origin and although we were still children we were already facing social and economic difficulties. Against this background, our teacher Sergio was very generous to all of us. We were looked after like the pupils that came from rich families.
At the beginning I did not attend school very often. I remember that I played truant with my classmate Cristoforo and other children. We used to go to the newsagent in Via Fieschi; we stole newspapers and went to sell them near the port. Later, we succeeded in stealing the fishermen’s bicycles by the pier; we would ride to the school when all the pupils were leaving classes for lunch; we would eat with them at the school refectory and then, while they were playing after lunch, we would enter the empty classrooms. We ran away as soon as the children came back for their lessons.
This did not last for long. Our teacher Sergio knew what was happening but he did not blame us. He began to come to fetch us at home before school and take us back home at the end of the lessons.
Our class was very special. Sergio believed in us; he became very important to us. He involved us in many physical activities - with the main aim of keeping us off the streets, and stopping any criminal behaviour. I remember, for example, building a model of the town of Genova, making masks with papier-maché, and acting in the plays that we wrote. He gave us great enthusiasm and passion. He read history to us; we learned mathematics by playing games.
We began to go to the house of our companion Alessandro Palau in the afternoons. This was to finish preparing scenery for our comedies and to rehearse our parts in the plays. We met Elisabetta Fagiuoli, Alessandro’s mother, who helped Sergio to make us do many other things that would otherwise have been impossible for us.
During summer holidays, Elisabetta took us to her farm in San Gimignano. I have many happy memories of vacations there. We walked in the woods and we built a hut on a tree where we spent hours playing. There was a pond near the house full of fish and we used to throw pebbles in the water. When there was the market in San Gimignano Elisabetta and Sergio used to take us to the village; it was hard work for them as we were very lively and touched whatever was at hand.
When we came back home we would have lunch and were then sent to bed for a rest. The doors were left open and Sergio sat in the corridor reading aloud to us: chapters of history or fiction (my favourite was “Zanna Bianca”) - but we were soon asleep.
We all loved listening to him: his way of reading was enchanting.
And we were dumbfounded when he told us stories of his youth, his actions as a partisan, and how he crossed valleys when he was teaching up in his mountains.
When we woke up we had a snack and next we performed small plays.
In “Little Red Riding Hood” I played the part of the hunter.
In the evening Sergio wrote poems till very late.
I spent so many unforgettable moments with him. Sergio took good care of me; he also helped me later by pushing me away from bad company. And when I was 16 he helped me to obtain my navigator’s licence: I was able to work on board ship.
I met my wife and had my daughters but I continued to see Sergio and Elisabetta. In fact, they, too, have been my family; I will always be grateful to them.
Antonino De Luca

My name is Claudio Barbieri.
I started primary school at the "Embriaco Fieschi" in Genoa and there I met my teacher.
Going to school was for me it was a great emotion, getting acquainted with many schoolmates was an exciting experience. But I quickly realized that my greatest luck was to have a great teacher.
Sergio was a groundbreaking and skilled teacher, he used to teach us many things in an easygoing approach, stimulating our curiosity and entertaining us at the same time.
We learned multiplication tables in matches among us: in 4th and 5th grade we started to make a bulletin; it was very futuristic for those times and we greatly enjoyed it.
When school was over I lost sight of him but later on I had the chance to meet him here in Genoa.
He told me that he had retired and ended up living with Elisabetta in Montenidoli. Then we started seeing each other.
Sergio was charismatic and charming .
We became great friends, I fully understood this during one of the last times that I visited him. I remember that I had called him anticipating my visit.
He told me to go on Sunday because the previous day he would have been in Rome to present his new book "The long day of the woodpecker". He went on that Sunday and he welcomed me in his study with the book in his hands and told me: "This is my book and I want to give it to you!".
He sat down at his desk and on the first page wrote this inscription:" To Claudio, whom I knew as a pupil
and in the long run he became a true friend".
It was moving and after a short while I had a lump in my throat.
With tears in my eyes I grabbed him and hugged him.
Claudio Barbieri

My name is Leopoldo Genova.
Here we are talking about Sergio once again.
Sergio has been many things, many people, many lives, many experiences, but always and only so
much love.
All he touched was love. Love for his family when, as a child, he did things as a child.
Love for the Fatherland, when he did great things as a young partisan boy, he participated with
fervor and self-sacrifice in the struggle for freedom and justice.
Love for his work as an elementary teacher, with which, in addition to transmitting the doctrinal
teachings, he gently accompanied, measured for each of them, the growth of his students for five
Then love for the companion of her life, Elizabeth, with whom she shared this great project of life,
of love for the earth, for the work of the fields, for animals and men, for nature that with its labors
and his seasons make sense of everything.
Sergio was my primary teacher from 1956 to 1961 at the Embriaco Fieschi school in Genoa.
It was the post-war years of hope ... after so much horror.
My parents were more likely not to talk about what had happened ... but near my house in
Carignano there were still collapsed houses, the rubble ...

Hope, however, was a strong feeling that was breathed, it was in the air.
A new society founded on civic foundations of freedom and equality, of respect for others, of
welcoming solidarity for your brothers and your companions.
This was taught by Maestro Sergio Muratori.
His teaching method was to give space to the imagination and freedom of us children.
How many are the memories of the things we did ... I remember the trips to Superga, the Egyptian
Museum of Turin and the bus on the return to Genoa cheered by Santo's songs.
Our class newspaper "the Grillo" where each of us participated with articles, drawings, stories,
cartoons and even crossword puzzles. And then the carpentry workshops with my classmates
Claudio, Gianluigi and Giampiero, classmates with whom we competed to earn the Sheriff star!
Prize that the Master granted to the deserving ones every week !!
I remember the visit to a print shop where my partner Elpidio's father worked who printed a
newspaper "il Monello" I still remember the smell of the presses and the ink!
And then again the lessons of the teacher ... once he explained to us how the newspaper had to be
folded before getting on the bus, in order to read the whole article, during the journey, without
disturbing the other passengers. ...
Life lessons and civic education, the real one.
I have an image of the Maestro, printed in memory, that crosses the courtyard of the school, the sure
step, the smile on his lips, his camel-colored jacket and I who looked at him with deep admiration.
The teacher was the farmer. Already then!
He took our souls and marked them forever.
With the plow of his words engraved deep and straight furrows.
Our souls lengthened as the furrow lengthened, amplified as the plowed field widened and became
aware of the infinite.
His words, his smiles, his ability to go deep into each of us have been the fertilizer that has enriched
our lives.
It made it poetic.
Hi Big Oak
My heart is always there with you
Leopoldo Genova