<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Tradition on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/tags/tradition/</link><description>Recent content in Tradition on doismiu - dispatches from the infernal archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0100</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://doismiu.blog/tags/tradition/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Confeugo: The Vertical Flame of Genoa</title><link>https://doismiu.blog/posts/confeugo-the-vertical-flame-of-genoa/</link><pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 00:00:00 +0100</pubDate><guid>https://doismiu.blog/posts/confeugo-the-vertical-flame-of-genoa/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bon sabbo à tutti! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 !&amp;rdquo;&lt;/strong&gt; (Happy Saturday, everyone!)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I recently moved to Italy, specifically to Liguria, where Genoa sits like a scarred sentinel watching over the Mediterranean. This afternoon, December 20th, I stood in the heart of the city to witness the &lt;strong&gt;Confeugo&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a ceremony of fire, prophecy, and linguistic ghosts, and it forced me to look past the postcard version of Italy to something much more abrasive and real.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>