I don’t really know where it came from exactly. I always was intrigued by the Italian Mafia system [1], you know, the loyalty, the cleverness of doing things without getting caught and of course the beautiful way of handling things with the enemy.
Italy [2] always symbolized this ancient [3] beauty for me. The people [4] look like Persians, the same color of hair, skin and eyes. Their attitudes are like Iranians also, they have to accentuate what they mean by moving their hands in the air when they talk. They are charming, and hospitable like my country mates and just as sensitive as us.
This was my image of Italy through my life, but my passion for Italy grew with so many other things. I started noticing stories of Dutch students who went to Rome for a 6 months experience [5]. Or a student who went to Canada for international experience [6] but surprisingly enough met many Italian students there and I read how Italians react in times of homesickness… I bought a book months ago called “Gardens of Delight [7]” in where, the Italian beautiful gardens are portrayed as the scenery of the story… I have started listening to Tiziano Ferro [8] for almost two months now and consider myself his fan now!!
And it is universally known that spaghetti is my favorite dish! Most people have trouble going out with me because I insist on going to an Italian restaurant. Believe it or not, I can smell Italian cuisine from a distance…
Oh my beloved ancient beautiful Italy… The world is a real cruel place to be in. My old handsome musician friend has left me here, to go and live in Italy. When his plans for leaving were certain, he had a big difficulty telling me that. Not just because we are good friends and we will miss each other. Noooooooo that was just twenty percent of his worries, he just knew how I would react to his plan…
When he told me the news, I had burst into tears: “NOOOO, Italy is MY country; YOU can’t go there to posses it!” He tried to comfort me by: “But azizam, I will be thinking about you every time I put a foot on the streets [9].”
“But that is not good enough.” I sobbed.
“Every time I breathe the Italian air?” He tried again.
That was better, but still, I felt he was betraying me, which he obviously noticed:”Look at it this way, see me as someone who is going to symbolize your presence in Italy in the time that you can’t go and live there.”
So I was hushed and caressed and all! And somehow I found a way to hide my sorrow then, yet every time he will be hearing that Italian music, go in to the streets [10] of romance and love with the sunny sky above his head smiling at him, every time the scent of the streets motivates him to create more beautiful artistic pieces, I will be left behind in cold Holland with the familiar wind, that I know for many years, to surprise me more every week!
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Links:
[1] http://www.psxextreme.com/wallpapers/psp/Godfather-01.jpg
[2] http://www.siglindascarpa.com/images/villas/roma.jpg
[3] http://www.studylanguages.org/images/rome/rome4.jpg
[4] http://www.umiacs.umd.edu/~diegoref/images/crab.bmp
[5] http://www.tilburguniversity.nl/univers/foreignaffairs/0708/10/vandelande.htmlhttp:/www.tilburguniversity.nl/univers/foreignaffairs/0708/10/vandelande.html
[6] http://www.tilburguniversity.nl/univers/foreignaffairs/0708/10/luzan.html
[7] http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/images/0752856391/ref=dp_image_0/202-4828781-2494245?ie=UTF8&n=266239&s=books
[8] http://www.tizianoferro.com/en/
[9] http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/KUN/8584~St-Mark-s-Square-Venice-Italy-Posters.jpg
[10] http://marksquires.com/Images_Photos/montalcino_street_mes2000.jpg