Nestled in the Italian Dolomites, Buffa di Perrero sits at 2,800 meters above sea level and is often referred to as “the loneliest house in the world”.
Although this isolated structure has been abandoned for a century, it still captures the imagination.
The origins of the Buffa di Perrero are mysterious. It is widely believed that during World War I, workers were sent to this remote location to build some sort of shelter.
Legend has it that Italian soldiers built this hidden refuge to escape harsh weather conditions and seek shelter during battles with the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
Constructed of brick walls and a sloping roof, the building features four windows and camping chairs, stimulating curiosity about how the materials were transported to such a remote location. Steel ladders and ropes were used to negotiate the treacherous terrain and access the structure.
During World War I, similar “bivouacs” were constructed along the Italian front as temporary rest areas and strategic observation points amid the intense mountain warfare.
Since then, the weather damage has taken its toll. The hut reportedly became “unusable” for climbers after the roof collapsed. Nevertheless, adventurers can take a look into this mysterious house via steel ladders, rungs and ropes.
The interior, with its wooden decor, evokes the attempts of both soldiers and modern explorers to relax in this remote refuge.
Inspired by the Buffa di Perrero, the Auronzo Club Alpino Italiano (CAI) built a modern refuge near the Forcella Marmarole pass.
For those seeking an adventurous trip, a challenging five-hour hike leads to this modern hideaway reminiscent of the Buffa di Perrero. Like many iconic landmarks, the Buffa di Perrero has given rise to numerous imitations.
Living Across from a Cemetery, I Saw a Baby Left by One of the Graves on Halloween Night — Story of the Day
On Halloween night, I thought I’d just be handing out candy, but I saw something I never expected—a baby, alone in a car seat by a grave. I rushed outside, heart racing.
Halloween had always been my favorite. I loved decorating and handing out candy. But two years ago, I lost my daughter, and with her, my husband. Now, I was alone.
That night, after the candy ran out, I saw the car seat. I approached it, finding a baby girl inside. There was a note: “Amanda, one and a half years old.” I called the police, but no one had reported her missing. I asked if I could take her home. They agreed.
Caring for Amanda was hard, but I fell in love with her. She filled the void in my life. Then, one morning, a knock on the door brought a police officer and Amanda’s grandmother, Carol, to take her back. Reluctantly, I handed Amanda over, my heart breaking.
Later, I realized Carol had abandoned Amanda. I called my ex-husband, John, for help. We took Carol to court and won custody. I was granted permission to adopt Amanda.
As John walked away after the trial, I called him back, asking him to join us for dinner. That night, I became a mother again, and hope returned. Halloween had brought me Amanda.
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