Despite the raging storm Spora, our promoter is blissfully stamets protocol spread on her soft and comfortable bed of guck , pleasantly charged by the cool cloudbursts of a tropical- suchlike rain when, suddenly, a sonorous lightning overheats the ground, making it suddenly awaken from its long torpor. The time of birth has come!

What happed? What was it? Feel what a weird tingling, what a nice feeling of slight electric shock and, how affable is all this warmth?"
Stimulated by the unforeseen lightning that struck it and by the ceaseless rain, Spora can eventually wake up from the long sleep that lasted 89 times, therefore starting to revive by synthesizing proteins in large amounts to be suitable to fortify itself before growing. She drinks water to her filler so that she can at the same time enlarge and break up the defensive shell made of a blend of calcium, dipicolinic acid, ferulic acid, hydroxybenzoic acid and other rudiments.

In reality Spora has a curious surname Endospora, which was given to it by scientists to accentuate its inconceivable life and resistance to atmospheric and lithological marvels( → marvels concerning jewels).


All the youthful spores in the neighborhood laugh at her because of her long age in Methuselah, thinking her too old to still be rich and thus able of earning, but she does not watch too important about these foolish teasing from stupid teenage spores. and naive who know veritably little about climatology and mama Gaia. rather, she's veritably proud of her venerable age and her inconceivable resistance to frost, ice, hot sun, and indeed lava and fire from fires.

August 27, 1928- Endospora is born
The times between the late 1920s and early 1930s had been surprisingly warm. commodity anomalous that could be defined as a small starter of what, starting from 1982, would have been defined as Global Warming of the Earth.

It was just once noon on August 27, 1928.

Spore had been conceived for a many twinkles, but it remained lazily adhering to its tubule of the hymenium of a large carpophore named Boletus( → a heavyset Porcino mushroom, wider than high), staying to be expelled into the open air and that a breath of wind dispersed it in the shady wood but, nothing. PapaBoletusdid not want to expel it because, in the absence of wind, it would have fallen too near, together with millions of other bitsy sisters and sisters who would have uselessly piled up one on others.

At around nine in the evening, after the usual calm of wind that precedes evening, a skittish but growing mountain breath eventually arose which brought a veritably light refreshment from the top of Mottarone and stirred the leafage of the trees.

therefore it was that Spora was eventually expelled and, pushed by the wind, ended up settling just below the longest- lived groaner tree in the wood, where numerous other spores and also a good number of endospores were formerly present.

In front of Spora a wrinkled and ancient tree stood imposingly which gave it no confidence or guarantee of survival and which, all the other dormant endo spores, formerly present on the spot for decades, called Pliñ( → which in the original Piedmontese shoptalk means roasted homilies). The Pliñ was so old that it looked as if it was going to die at any moment.

How a groaner porcini mushroom is born
How a Porcino mushroom is born- A centuries-old groaner' Plin'
As soon as he tested the land, Spora decided that it wasn't really the case to propagate, also because that senior groaner tree could hardly have nourished her duly and so, on the spot, rather than threat giving birth to a childpre-destined for death, he decided to retire to a voluntary abbey, until a date to be decided.

A many days latterly each that unusual exceptional heat ended, it began to rain with adding frequence, not veritably but veritably frequently.

In October the rains came nipping, so frequent and strong that rainwater began to stagnate far and wide on the ground, which soon rotted; the guck came sterile and unhealthy, while on the top of the Mottarone indeed the first snow fell.

Luckily Spora was well defended from cold, frost and snow, thanks to its strong calcium shell thus, it had nothing to sweat. The times passed and the climate came colder, stormy and snowy. Of the brief interim of unusual heat, which lasted a sprinkle of times, only a distant memory remained.

1952 was a hot and veritably dry time
1952 was a veritably strange time. There was such a failure that utmost of the youthful spores that were in too important of a hurry to germinate failed incontinently after generating those small fibers of early fungus that everyone calls mycelium and hyphae, without being suitable to give life to any secondary( fertilized), the one and only to be suitable to propagate and thus to be suitable to give birth to unborn carpophores.