We met Tiziana at la Playa di Catania. She is in her 50ties or she is just reaching her 50ties or she is not well maintained.
Once we get into the car we realize it has been broken and unfortunately all of the plans of going to Taormina get buried in the sand of la Playa di Catania which is a 2nd class quality replacement.
We get on the bus and an old man speaks to me in Sicilian about the government, about how nobody cares about Sicily, about how much support do the immigrants get while an ordinary Sicilian citizen gets just nothing but a punch in the face. How wonderful it is to go to London where everyone is free , free from judgments , free of sights that surround you with the first step you make on the Sicilian land.And about how much he actually dreams of going to Argentina.
Once we get off the bus we meet Tiziana or technically she makes acquaintance with us. She tries to coax us into going to some kind of party discoteca style as obviously it's her job.
Tiziana asks us if we would like to have an Italian man and tells us about her life and 2 kids she has and laughs , laughs hardly about everything and from what is transparent to my eyes laughs to forget about the problems.
We meet her again when heading off to the bus stop that is full of trashes and looks as if there was hardly any bus passing by. I always joke it's like in Africa (Sicilians say that to) , but i had to pay for this joke by being kicked out from fbook by a girl I met in Iceland. In this world I think one has to be ironic. I can be ironic about Poland too. The reality is how it is. How we did get here it's another discussion.
Tiziana is now with her husband who holds a beer can and is very loud. There are two French tourists next to us asking me for directions. While my friend takes this picture :
