Once upon a time …
Once upon a time in a little town lived a young girl Pako. She was very lonely and she never had anything to do. Only in the evenings she went to a market and sold cigarette-lighters with Al Pacino’s portrait on it.
On a cold winter evening she was sitting alone heating her hands with the lighters and complaining about herself. There was nobody on the street so she decided to relax a little. She took out her MP3 player and started to listen to music. She fell asleep and dreamed about Christmas Eve’s tables, Christmas Trees, gifts and a fragment from “A Nightmare on Elm Street”.
When she woke up she realised that her lighters had gone.
“What will my boss say?!” she panicked.
Then she noticed the footmarks on the snow going inside the Town Hall. She stood up and full of anger went inside the building. The thief had left wet tracks behind so she found him very quickly.
A slim boy was cowering under a bench in the hall. There was smoke above his head. The cigarette-lighters with Al Pacino’s portrait were lying on the floor everywhere.
“Damn Scot!” she shouted.
The boy moved. “I am not a Scot, he started lazily, I am an Italian.”
Pako’s sad eyes brightened. To have her own, real Italian… that really was something! That would reward her for every evil!
But there was a one defect.
Her future maccaroni lover had a twirl in his mouth.
“Tea, he unrolled paper-tissue, wanna smoke or… infuse?”
They fell in love with each other, fled to Corleone and lived happily but short… maybe because of that tea?