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I believe in artichokes

Italy did ruin me. After that first trip I came back disgusted by bodega coffee, which now smelled of old socks. Before, it was just fine. I rolled my eyes at red sauce joints, detouring old standbys like a stranger. If eating can be seen as a religious or spiritual experience I had been to the mountain. In time I would return on pilgrimages, always holding the simple pleasures in my thoughts.  An artichoke, methodically fried in good olive oil, with some salt. Black truffles, good butter and fresh pasta twisting around the back of a fork. A very cold and tiny glass of porto bianco sipped in a Genoa bar, with my friend Federico. A man cleaning sardines on a block of wood in the street. A woman selling green figs that she wraps into a newspaper cone. I have thousands of these memories, these artifacts. But I live in Moscow, where there has been an embargo for years now, and there is no population that expects perfect mounds of fresh cheese. They ship powdered palm oil here, that gets …

Danny Boy - an Irish Song

She picks it, out of thin air. A laugh jumps out of my mouth and I am looking for chord charts. It is in a number of keys. The little guitar is in my lap, my elbows twisting around. She is next to me, leaning against my shoulder.
"There is a second verse." She says.
We try it in C but it is too high.
I go for the Johnny Cash version next.
It fits.
Then, mid-word she grows quiet. I point at the place, thinking she just got lost.
She is crying, her face folding in on herself the way it does.
I hold her, we talk quietly. She whispers to me, says the song is too sad. I make jokes, change the words to "Oh Beasty Boy" then put it all in Brooklyn where lots of words change to "mustard" and "bridge".
We let it go.

The next day she says she can do it, over a bowl of cereal.







Comments

liv said…
Start the parade, indeed!

Bravo, Brava!

These little videos are enchanting. Next, Eva's rendition of Pharrell Williams "Happy"....with dancing!!

Thank you so much for such joy on a Monday morning.
Uncle Al said…
a Heart felt treasure of Father & Daughter sharing this song of sadness. Open & honest as only home video can be!
Rubye Jack said…
Oh my gosh, this is so touching and beautiful.

Not sure how I found your site but am glad I did.
Leilani Warden said…
Very sweet. I once lived in Russia (Moscow) and feel many same thoughts as you. Made wonderful friends there but am glad and fortunate to be back home. Thank you for sharing your writing and photographs.
Mrs. Munchkin said…
I really enjoyed this....to see your interaction and love is priceless!

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