La Ceramicotta di Capracotta

Capracotta....il Paesello
I arrive to the village, it is almost noon, I come down from the car, CABBAGE HOW DOES COLD! I look at myself around, no, or rather no, little distant I see a cloak that walks. I run I reach it, I give him a tap on the shoulder and from the cloak goes out the colored face of a nice little old man, I tell him: GOOD DAY, it A CURIOSITA REMOVES ME? BUT HERE' it DOES ALWAYS THINGS' COLD? A slight coughing fit and the little old man answers me: HERE TO TO THE VILLAGE 11 MONTHS DOES COLD AND THE TWELFTH one DOES FRESH! NOT YOU IT NNW SAID? It is done a laugh and if goes of it. In little tenth of second from my mental arithmetic it comes outside that practically to this village DOES ALWAYS COLD! CABBAGE! BUT I AM VILLAGE SHOULD DO IT ACTUAL ON A MOUNTAIN TO 1421 m OF ALTITUDE!