and the men make bambinas, and work in the daytime blowing glass on the island of Moreno. They make wonderful glass figures as you watch at the factories. Do you see it? Then they come home on the little Vaporetto and there they drink wine, make love and make those beautiful Italian children.”
But no one passes all the night with wives and lovers, they have a passion for hunting ducks at night with big punt guns out along the edge of the marches on this lagoon which you are looking on now. All night long, on a moonlight night, you can hear them opening up on the ducks ... always have one thing on their minds…sleep.”
“On out there DeNeri, when you look past Moreno, you see Venice, it’s my town. There is plenty more I could show you, but I think we should get on along. Just take one last look at it; this is the place were you can see how it all came together…a spot were few people come.”
“It’s a beautiful sight, sir…and thank you for sharing your special insight. It is an experience I will never forget, sir”
“Ok, then,” I said. “Let’s get it while the get’n is good.”
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