“Locomotiva 835.257, a piece of the past.” That’s what the locals called her, and for good reason. She stood tall and proud, a relic of a bygone era when steam ruled the railways. This mighty locomotive, numbered 835.257, was one of many built for a specific purpose – shunting trains in large stations. The Rete Mediterranea, the network of railways in southern Italy before the Unification of Italy, had envisioned a powerful engine based on their successful RM 6807-6900 locomotives. The result was the Gr. 835 series, with Locomotiva 835.257, representing a pinnacle of this engineering feat. She was one of the first to be assigned to Milano Centrale, the heart of Milan’s railway system, right here before you. She was a workhorse, hauling countless carriages and goods throughout her lifetime, a true symbol of the iron horse. She witnessed history unfold before her and played her part in Italy’s industrialization. But Locomotiva 835.257 was more than just a mere machine. She had her own story to tell. Some say she was a bit stubborn, her brakes, reliant on steam pressure rather than compressed air, causing a few near-misses. But her determination, her sheer strength, was unmatched. She eventually received an upgrade, complete with a compressor and brakes, making her ready to face the demands of a changing railway world. Yet, she held onto her charm, with her old-fashioned steam-powered braking system, a reminder of a time gone by. Today, you can still see a glimmer of that strength in her stance. Imagine the weight she once bore, the rhythm of her pistons, the rumble of her wheels. Feel the heat radiating from her boiler, the steam escaping into the air. Locomotiva 835.257 may be retired now, but her presence serves as a powerful reminder of the ingenuity and dedication that brought Italy’s railway system to life. She stands here before you, a testament to a time when steam reigned supreme. Don’t just admire her. Feel her history. Feel the legacy of Locomotiva 835.257.
Nuovo Cimitero di Cologno Monzese
“A timeless sanctuary,” the old woman whispered, her gaze fixed on the rows of marble within Nuovo Cimitero di Cologno