Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 36

           Shyly,IaskthisfishermanwhereIshouldeattonight,andIleaveourconversationclutchingyetanotherlittlepieceofpaper,directingmetoalittlerestaurantwithnoname,where-assoonasIsitdownthatnight-thewaiterbringsmeairycloudsofricottasprinkledwithpistachio,breadchunksfloatinginaromaticoils,tinyplatesofslicedmeatsandolives,asaladofchilledorangestossedinadressingofrawonionandparsley.ThisisbeforeIevenhearaboutthecalamarihousespecialty.

           "Notowncanlivepeacefully,whateveritslaws,"Platowrote,"whenitscitizens…donothingbutfeastanddrinkandtirethemselvesoutinthecaresoflove."

           Butisitsuchabadthingtolivelikethisforjustalittlewhile?Justforafewmonthsofone’slife,isitsoawfultotravelthroughtimewithnogreaterambitionthantofindthenextlovelymeal?Ortolearnhowtospeakalanguagefornohigherpurposethanthatitpleasesyoureartohearit?Ortonapinagarden,inapatchofsunlight,inthemiddleoftheday,rightnexttoyourfavoritefountain?Andthentodoitagainthenextday?

           Ofcourse,onecan’tlivelikethisforever.Reallifeandwarsandtraumasandmortalitywillinterfereeventually.HereinSicilywithitsdreadfulpoverty,reallifeisneverfarfromanyone’smind.TheMafiahasbeentheonlysuccessfulbusinessinSicilyforcenturies(runningthebusinessofprotectingcitizensfromitself),anditstillkeepsitshanddowneverybody’spants.

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