recently met several Italians who came here to spend holidays. I recognize them on the fly Italians. The Dodo Pomellato's neck, often the Rolex wrist, Lacoste, jeans or shorts colorful fashion. The Italian holiday is the most naive person in the world. First because it is here in August (the rainy and hurricane season), second because it is enchanted by the island. The other day I met an Italian couple to Citymarket, the supermarket near where I live, "Are you Italian?" I asked. "Yes," he says. "Yes," confirms her a bit 'annoyed (you almost run into trouble when you push away countrymen, where it should be heaven for the lucky few). After a look of mutual evaluation, he (whereas my jacket and tie) question: "You live here?". "Yes!" I answer. "What luck!" he says. I would split the stick of the broom that I had just bought it on the head. "Look here, but there is no possibility of opening a restaurant? M. ...... and I were thinking of stopping in here. She is very good at cucinare.Sono expensive rents?". For two days in Nassau, bank employees. Perhaps the Bahamas is a place of mind, such as Cuba, Rio, Los Angeles. I meet all the Italians who speak of the ants in my house. Describe the Kafkaesque. All begin to scratch after the second minute. From the blog I receive dozens of emails from people who do not know who envy me. Because I live in the Bahamas. Not that These islands are beautiful (yesterday the sea was indescribably beautiful and full of fish, gulls sailed the sky and then rest on the beach, the sky was blue ... I do not even know how to describe it, the smiles of children shone like so many diamonds), but you can not be prey to these myths. The great journey is what you do in you. I add the observation that Italians who travel, do not give anything at all to meet other Italians. Very few people ask about you (I speak so much about ants and diamonds). But the Italian-American ... Just know that you are Italian, they see only you. There is only you. Some will embrace. Talk to you for hours. In the shop where I work I get so many. Many live in New York, Miami, Tampa, Orlando, Philadelphia, Chicago, Boston. Most are quite rich. Retain their dreams, those dreams that they or their parents had brought from Naples, Bari, Reggio Calabria, Messina, Gela, Palermo. Just know that I am Italian smile. Buy anything. Now I'm more cautious after that I told you. Much more cautious. If you ask me "Are you sure you're dealing with right?" I reply: "If you feel that there is something wrong, do not buy! If you feel you do not trust, do not buy." But they still buy more. Full of Italian Americans, the cruise ships. Is in their genetic makeup, the ships, the Italians. They went to America by ship, many years ago, with suitcases cardboard. Now turn the Americas into the ship, because dreams never end. I meet all kinds. Some people put the idea to have far surpassed their own destinies, fishing talent somewhere. Others are as strong as rocks. Italian. Great people.
For my birthday, the orders of my shop have decided to give me a gift: a case of Kalik beer with a bow and a lavender sweet greeting card. I do not think I did not expect. When at the end of the day we closed the doors of the store, Tiffany, the toughest of all, the one with which I encounter every day, he called my name and my surname. They were all there, lined up. And they pulled out the box of Kalik. I have moved. Even why pull out a dollar from these people is hard. They always look for them to chase it out of you. In the most stupid. You latch bolt (latch, because I will never have anything) everything. If you fail once you're fucked. As with the ants.
Tomorrow is the expected passage of a hurricane here on New Providence. I've never seen one before. The power of nature baffles me. Hurricane gravitated to Andros today, but its tail (hopefully only one) is scheduled here for tomorrow. Then there is the possibility that lack electricity, water and electricity for several days. If you do not hear from me do not worry. Maybe I'll go to the hotel, there are the power generators. We'll see.
Today I saw Elena after so many days. On the phone I also heard Luigi, her husband. I greet them both, as well as Cynthia's friend Elena London I met today.
A hug to Luke that he is back in Australia and that always follows me, David, in the Dominican Republic, always following me, Charles, from Cerveteri, to Elizabeth from Budapest.
And a hug to everyone, but all of you.
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