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.
I Received a Fake Family Engagement Ring Because My Future Mother-in-Law Said I ‘Don’t Deserve’ the Real One
Belle anticipated receiving a treasured family heirloom, but on Laura’s birthday, a jewelry appraisal unearthed truths that reshaped their family dynamics. The revelation of the fake ring sparked a confrontation that transformed everything.
The dining room was alive with laughter and the clinking of glasses as David and I announced our engagement. My heart brimmed with joy as I scanned the table, eager to see his family’s reactions. David squeezed my hand under the table, his smile broad and reassuring.
Laura, David’s mother, sat at the head of the table. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her expression was hard to read. Raising her glass, she said, “To David and Belle, may your future be as bright as tonight.”
I thanked her, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Laura, I’m so grateful you gave David your family ring. It means a lot to me.”
Her response was immediate, a cold laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, Belle, you’re so naive! You thought I’d give you our real family ring? No, dear, this one is fake. I keep the real one in a safe.”
Her words stung, but I masked my hurt with a polite nod, even as my mind reeled. This was not the reaction I had hoped for.
The rest of the dinner passed in a blur. Laura’s words echoed in my ears, each syllable a sharp sting. I forced a smile, trying to engage in the light-hearted chatter around the table, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
David, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me, continued to laugh and share stories with his siblings. I felt isolated, a stranger in what was supposed to become my new family. How could Laura think so little of me? I wondered if David knew about the fake ring. My heart sank at the thought.
After dinner, as we helped clear the table, I pulled David aside. “Did you know the ring was fake?” I whispered.
He looked puzzled. “What are you talking about? Mom said it’s been in our family for generations.”
The realization that Laura had deceived us both made my stomach turn. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I nodded and let the conversation die. But inside, I felt betrayed. Not just by the fake ring, but by the lack of respect Laura showed me. It wasn’t about the ring—it was about what it represented.
That night, as David slept, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. The fake glitter of the engagement ring mocked me from the bedside table. Laura’s words, “You don’t deserve it,” haunted me. I knew I had to do something. Not for revenge, but to stand up for myself and show that I deserved respect.
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