Who?
Simone and Giovanni
Where?
Berlin-Neukölln, Germany
What?
"I just saw you eat your pizza. It was the most vivid, aesthetic and- Italian thing ever! Thank you for that moment!"
How did they react?
"Aah, grazie! E prego, signora! Come, sit down! Have a piece!"
How did I feel?/What is the story?
Tonight I passed a wonderful little piece of Italy, right around corner from where I live. Amazing! The lights, the table cloths, the mamma behind the bar, the stone baked pizza...
And, in the very front, Simone and Giovanni, two of the waiters, on their break. When I looked through the window I caught a perfect moment: Simone (on the left) had pulled a huge piece of melted cheese from the pizza. It was so thick I thought he was eating Spaghetti at first. He lifted it up in the air, and was about to catch it with his mouth- his head taken far back, his mouth opened as wide as possible. He was one with his meal. I loved it.
I had to enter and tell them.
They were super open and we joked around, I unpacked some broken Italian, they shared their pizza with me. I dug their appearance, earrings, Italian gestures, even their beards were-- well, Italian, in terms of current fashion.
They spoke German, too, and I was about to ask them about their stories when Mamma got annoyed with me and asked me to come back once they were done for the day. I quickly got up, said thank you for the Pizza and left- feeling grateful for a warm, sweet moment and a five minute trip to Italy!
Simone and Giovanni
Where?
Berlin-Neukölln, Germany
What?
"I just saw you eat your pizza. It was the most vivid, aesthetic and- Italian thing ever! Thank you for that moment!"
How did they react?
"Aah, grazie! E prego, signora! Come, sit down! Have a piece!"
How did I feel?/What is the story?
Tonight I passed a wonderful little piece of Italy, right around corner from where I live. Amazing! The lights, the table cloths, the mamma behind the bar, the stone baked pizza...
And, in the very front, Simone and Giovanni, two of the waiters, on their break. When I looked through the window I caught a perfect moment: Simone (on the left) had pulled a huge piece of melted cheese from the pizza. It was so thick I thought he was eating Spaghetti at first. He lifted it up in the air, and was about to catch it with his mouth- his head taken far back, his mouth opened as wide as possible. He was one with his meal. I loved it.
I had to enter and tell them.
They were super open and we joked around, I unpacked some broken Italian, they shared their pizza with me. I dug their appearance, earrings, Italian gestures, even their beards were-- well, Italian, in terms of current fashion.
They spoke German, too, and I was about to ask them about their stories when Mamma got annoyed with me and asked me to come back once they were done for the day. I quickly got up, said thank you for the Pizza and left- feeling grateful for a warm, sweet moment and a five minute trip to Italy!