August 14, 2013
The hungry Sicilian sun gnaws at my doors, chewing them to pieces.
Who do I call?
My pair of painters: Graziano and Giovanni. (Not only do they paint, they correct my pronunciation! Thanks guys!)
Sicily is a group society. People stick like glue.
Plumbers work in pairs.
Police work in pairs.
Painters work in pairs.
Of course no one in Sicily is working NOW: it’s August!
Are you working now, dear Reader, or lolling on some beach like a Sicilian?
PS Happy Ferragosto!