15 Jun Maria Montinari
Maria Montinari – Puglia, Italy. August. Sunday, September 28th 2014
Luka never would leave me alone in the kitchen. He used to like turning the handle on the pasta maker. I always thought he would catch his fingers in it and turn them into spaghetti. Well, that’s what I told him would happen.
It is a tough life down here. It feels very far away from the north where all the money is. We feel very cut off and ignored, sometimes. I suppose there are some good things about it. When you hear of all the chaos elsewhere you can be pleased to live in a place where nobody ever comes.