Walking the fish market w/Louise as they set up. A man originally from Sicily takes a clever to a large tuna. With the first Cleve, blood spurts onto the apron in the shape of one perfect red flower, it is as it has always been. It shows that like his ancestors he knows what he is doing and also a portent of good luck, well, for somebody.

“Will you buy me a flower?”

“I need some coffee.”

“Not there, my cousin owns that place.”

In one day and a three hour train ride it would be as if I were in a different country.

W.Wolfson