As a child he was chased by those who should be his friends. They tried to pat his back, which had a hump, as if he was carrying a load. They chased him all the time, children can be cruel sometimes. Perhaps this was the cause of him not growing anymore. From a certain age he simply stopped growing. Another defeat. A hunchbacked dwarf, that was all what he was. Or wasn’t he? Something deep inside resisted.
To run off with the most beautiful woman of the village, no chance of that of course. No amorous adventures for him, as people tend judge the exterior of a person only. No bella signorina with which he could deal his tormentors a final blow. But a house, a castle for all to admire and be jealous of, that would be possible. As an only child, rare at that time (his parents had not risked another child), he had inherited everything. The vineyards were of no use, not being able to maintain them (he could not even reach the grapes, what a sadness!), but their sale resulted in a very nice sum.
He built a large house, on top of the hill, overlooking the small houses of his enemies. There he was, alone, in the big house on the hill. But it did not set him free, it felt like a burden, a new hump! People passed by and said: there he lives, the hunchback, such a big house for a little man! Nobody visited. So he decided to leave, get away from his past. What became of him we do not know. But in 2008 the house was bought and renovated (by two Dutch expats). One of them born in 1960, the very year in which Guglielmo il Gobbo, the hunchback, had his vain castle built.