A charming anecdote

To borrow from Dostoyevsky, and then turn it around 180 degrees, I have a charming little anecdote about my visit to Messina.

Yesterday on the bus back from Tipoldi, I got to talking with a very ancient old man sitting next to me. Before he got off the bus he gave me as a memento of our chat this hand carved flute.

You should never stop believing in the goodness and generosity of most people.

Published by Ernest Zanatta

Narrow minded Italian Catholic Conservative Peasant from Footscray.

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