Rat in the kitchen 19/07/09
At the till last night I look out the window through the clouds of smoke at the Sicilian faces and carrying on. Lots of smooching last night. A bunch of girls took a photo and I thought if I saw that photo out of context I would probably never guess that they are Italian; they could be Iranian, or Turkish or Greek or Lebanese. The mix of heritage here is so wide – Sicily was invaded by Phoenicians, Greeks, Spanish, Saracens among others; the people look completely different to the Tuscans I was used to around Florence. The dj put on awful techno and psychedelic house at the start and I asked him three times to change and put on nice summer happy dancy music but each time he reverted, until at one point I looked over furious and mouthed ti ammazzo (you’re dead!) and after that he put on Bjork, latin music, reggae etc …You can only get what you want here if you shout and get angry, there is no point in being polite and sweet. In the afternoon il barman came over to stock up the fridges ...