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When my sister first saw this drawing, she joked about it all the time. Like it should be called “Throwing egg yolks in the air happening” and that the stars look like cookies accidentaly dropped by a pilot.
However, there is another story connected with this drawing.
I was sitting on the stairs of the cathedral in Siracusa, drawing sleepy owls. Suddenly I felt somebody’s presence and turned my head. It was a blond guy, staring at my drawing.
He started asking about the other drawings I had with me. Then he asked if I like massages. I was not sure if I understood well in Italian. “I can give you a massage, I do massages with my feet,” he went on. “Do you want one? It’s for free.”
“Uhmm, well, I don’t know, maybe later, I must finish the drawing first and then I will have dinner at home... maybe tomorrow?” (I knew I’d be far, climbing Etna.)
“No, it’s for free only today. Which part do you want me to massage?”
“Euhhmm... dunno, maybe the neck?”
“I like massaging legs. Go with me,” he pointed at some opposite door, “there's a place calm enough for that.”
Luckily, we were interrupted by his friends that surrounded us and started to comment on the drawing: “It’s simple to draw like that!” “You idiot, look at it, it’s difficult, try to do that!” “The owls are not realistic,” etc.
When they left, the blond guy asked again if I would come with him to that “calm place”. I used a moment when he was distracted by playing football with his friends and escaped, covered in sweat.
I know stories like this happen normally in Italy, let alone in Sicily.
But the boys were nine years old!!!
However, there is another story connected with this drawing.
I was sitting on the stairs of the cathedral in Siracusa, drawing sleepy owls. Suddenly I felt somebody’s presence and turned my head. It was a blond guy, staring at my drawing.
He started asking about the other drawings I had with me. Then he asked if I like massages. I was not sure if I understood well in Italian. “I can give you a massage, I do massages with my feet,” he went on. “Do you want one? It’s for free.”
“Uhmm, well, I don’t know, maybe later, I must finish the drawing first and then I will have dinner at home... maybe tomorrow?” (I knew I’d be far, climbing Etna.)
“No, it’s for free only today. Which part do you want me to massage?”
“Euhhmm... dunno, maybe the neck?”
“I like massaging legs. Go with me,” he pointed at some opposite door, “there's a place calm enough for that.”
Luckily, we were interrupted by his friends that surrounded us and started to comment on the drawing: “It’s simple to draw like that!” “You idiot, look at it, it’s difficult, try to do that!” “The owls are not realistic,” etc.
When they left, the blond guy asked again if I would come with him to that “calm place”. I used a moment when he was distracted by playing football with his friends and escaped, covered in sweat.
I know stories like this happen normally in Italy, let alone in Sicily.
But the boys were nine years old!!!
Make | Canon |
Model | MP610 series |