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Edited on Fri Mar-07-08 01:54 PM by Heidi
The background: a couple of months ago, I was down at the nearest town in (Italian speaking) Ticino, and was approached by a neighbor from our village, an Italian-speaking guy named Carlo, who is by profession a restorer of antique books. Carlo, like me, is in his 40s, well-educated, a true liberal at heart. His wife, Sabrina, is an art restorer. They have a beautiful cat named Pixel. It was on the occasion of Pixel's disappearance, right before a massive snowstorm here in Ticino, that I met Carlo in front of the Post. He was hanging up "Lost cat! CHF 2,000 REWARD!" posters in the town down mountain from our village, and I was picking up a few groceries since it was too snowy to drive to the supermarket.
That day, Carlo's heart was breaking that Pixel had wandered away and had been gone for five days. Toward the end of our discussion, Carlo asked me who I was supporting in the US presidential primaries.
"You're a good liberal, yes?"
"Well, yeah," I replied.
"Biene. Biene," he replied. "Clinton or Obama?"
"I'm an Edwards supporter, but I'll vote for the nominee. We need a Democrat," I said, intrigued that Carlo was so intrigued by what was going on in the US.
"EUROPE needs a Democrat for America's president," Carlo said, drawing on his cigarette and shaking his head. "It is not just YOU."
So we kissed and parted, and a nearly two weeks later, Pixel came home, thin and ragged, and all was good.
Flash forward to today, I again ran into Carlo in front of the Post in the town down mountain from us.
"(HEIDI's real name!), cara mia!," he called as he waved and rounded the corner.
"Ciao, Carlo!" I called back.
"HILLARY!" he exclained, with an upheld clenched fist.
"Un DEMOCRAT!!!" I called after him, with an upheld clenched fist.
"Biene! Un DEMOCRAT!" Carlo yelled, as he piled into his smart. "Biene!"
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