see
      is
      gross
      cold
      sores.
      And
      when
      you
     
     
      greet
      a
      friend
      you
      have
      to
      kiss
      them
     
     
      twice.
      Herpes
      everywhere.
      Every
      rail-
     
     
      ing,
      every
      door
      handle,
      on
      the
      busses.
     
     
      Only
      since
      being
      over
      here
      has
      it
     
     
      occurred
      to
      me
      to
      wash
      my
      hands
     
     
      before
      going
      to
      the
      bathroom.
      And
     
     
      after,
      of
      course.
     
    

    
     
      Something
      that
      I
      almost
      forgot
     
     
      about
      were
      the
      things
      that
      live
      in
      my
     
     
      bed.
      I
      really
      itched
      the
      first
      week
      I
      was
     
     
      here,
      and
      got
      tiny
      welts.
      I
      don’t
      any-
     
     
      more,
      and
      I
      don’t
      even
      feel
      them
      at
     
     
      night.
      Then
      there
      was
      the
      bug
      larva
      that
     
     
      wouldn’t
      come
      out
      of
      my
      leg.
      I
      found
      a
     
     
      hard
      sore
      pimple
      that
      only
      had
      blood
      in
     
     
      it.
      No
      puss,
      but
      a
      white
      core.
      I
      had
      to
     
     
      perform
      a
      tiny
      operation,
      but
      sure
     
     
      enough,
      it
      was
      two
      or
      three
      millimeter
     
     
      long
      larva.
      I
      squished
      ‘er
      good.
      But
      it
     
     
      wasn’t
      from
      my
      bed.
      From
      the
      forest,
     
     
      and
      I’ve
      only
      found
      one.
      So
      far.
     
    

    
     
      Um,
      the
      water’s
      bad.
      You
      can’t
     
     
      drink
      the
      tap
      water
      because
      it’s
      stag-
     
     
      nant,
      but
      you
      can
      drink
      from
      the
      foun-
     
     
      tains
      in
      the
      streets
      because
      the
      waters
     
     
      from
      aqueducts,
      and
      is
      always
      moving.
     
     
      Everyone
      here
      drinks
      “frizzanti,”
     
     
      which
      is
      just
      carbonated
      mineral
      water.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      neat
      fact
      about
      it
      is
      that
      it
      has
      the
     
     
      exact
      same
      mineral
      and
      salt
      concentra-
     
     
      tion
      as
      human
      sweat.
      Carbonated
     
     
      human
      sweat;
      but
      from
      what
      part
      of
      the
     
     
      body?
     
    

    
     
      Everyone’s
      rude
      here,
      but
     
     
      that’s
      to
      be
      expected.
      You
      have
      to
      be
     
     
      rude
      here.
      I
      like
      it.
      Another
      thing
      is
      that
     
     
      it’s
      a
      taboo
      to
      pass
      money
      to
      someone
     
     
      from
      hand
      to
      hand.
      Money
      goes
      from
      a
     
     
      hand
      to
      the
      counter
      to
      hand.
      No
      excep-
     
     
      tions.
     
    

    
     
      Um,
      there’s
      lots
      of
      ruins.
      Too
     
     
      many
      if
      you
      ask
      me.
      There
      are
     
     
      teenagers
      with
      machine
      guns
      on
      most
     
     
      street
      corners.
      It’s
      to
      solve
      conscrip-
     
     
      tion.
      They
      drive
      like
      madmen;
      a
      hun-
     
     
      dred
      times
      worse
      than
      Montreal.
      Stores
     
     
      are
      closed
      from
      |
      to
      3
      PM.
      The
      don’t
     
     
      really
      celebrate
      Christmas.
      On
      January
     
     
      6
      they
      celebrate
      Bafana,
      which
      is
      like
      a
     
     
      chocolate
      Christmas.
      A
      60-Watt
      light
     
     
      bulb
      is
      considered
      high
      powered.
      I’m
     
     
      running
      out
      of
      things
      here,
      so
      here’s
      a
     
     
      rant
      in
      conclusion.
     
    

    
     
      So
      who’s
      to
      blame
      for
      Italys
     
     
      problems?
      Well,
      the
      Americans,
      of
     
     
      course!
      Yes,
      it’s
      all
      the
      Americans’
     
     
      fault.
      People
      here
      are
      really
      anti-
     
    
   
   
    
     
      American,
      much
      to
      my
      delight.
      Yet
     
     
      after
      being
      here
      for
      a
      month,
      I
      was
      sad-
     
     
      dened
      to
      find
      out
      that
      they
      are
      slightly
     
     
      anti-Canadian.
      The
      reason
      is
      is
      that
     
     
      where
      I’m
      staying
      the
      Allies
      landed
      in
     
     
      1944,
      and
      in
      the
      end
      over
      30,000
      peo-
     
     
      ple
      were
      killed.
      There
      are
      four
      ceme-
     
     
      teries
      here.
      Commonwealth,
      American,
     
     
      German,
      and
      Italian.
      To
      minimize
     
     
      Allied
      casualties,
      the
      Allies
      bombed
     
     
      this
      whole
      area
      from
      sea
      and
      air,
      and
     
     
      killed
      way
      way
      way
      too
      many
      civil-
     
     
      ians.
     
    

    
     
      In
      the
      Anzio
      museum
      they
     
     
      have
      mannequins
      wearing
      uniforms.
     
     
      The
      Canadians
      and
      British
      and
     
     
      Americans
      all
      had
      frowns
      on,
      and
      were
     
     
      very
      serious
      looking
      with
      weapons
     
     
      ready.
      The
      German
      display
      had
      pretty
     
     
      nuns
      and
      all
      the
      soldiers
      had
      big
      smiles
     
     
      and
      their
      arms
      outreached.
      That
      made
     
     
      me
      think
      a
      bit
      about
      Italy.
     
    

    
     
      Yet
      what
      really
      shocked
      me
     
     
      was
      seeing
      hundreds
      of
      marble
      head
     
     
      stones
      all
      lines
      up,
      with
      only
      a
      maple
     
     
      leaf,
      a
      cross,
      and
      the
      lines
      “Known
     
     
      Unto
      God”
      written
      on
      them.
      For
      some
     
     
      reason
      the
      Canadians
      here
      had
      a
      really
     
     
      high
      rate
      of
      losing
      their
      identity.
      Close
     
    
   
   
    
     
      to
      7,000
      people
      are
      buried
      there,
      on
     
     
      Commonwealth
      soil.
      It
      was
      interesting
     
     
      seeing
      my
      Italian
      guide’s
      reaction.
      He
     
     
      was
      so
      confused
      as
      to
      why
      there
      was
     
     
      even
      a
      battle.
      Out
      of
      nowhere
      their
     
     
      cities
      were
      flattened
      and
      soldiers
     
     
      invaded
      claiming
      to
      be
      liberating
      them.
     
     
      A
      very
      different
      and
      interesting
      way
      of
     
     
      looking
      at
      events.
     
    

    
     
      These
      are
      just
      a
      few
      things
      that
     
     
      are
      different.
      I’ve
      come
      to
      accept
      the
     
     
      huge
      differences
      from
      PEI,
      as
      Italy
      is
     
     
      quite
      a
      contrast.
      I
      haven’t
      even
      started
     
     
      on
      the
      things
      I’ve
      done
      here.
      For
     
     
      starters
      I’ve
      been
      within
      three
      feet
      of
     
     
      the
      Pope
      on
      two
      separate
      occasions,
     
     
      and
      drank
      close
      to
      two
      liters
      of
      wine
     
     
      while
      sitting
      next
      to
      the
      Arch
      Bishop
      of
     
     
      Rome.
      I’ve
      also
      been
      kicked
      out
      of
      a
     
     
      military
      base,
      kicked
      out
      of
      the
     
     
      Coliseum,
      and
      I
      tried
      to
      get
      kicked
      out
     
     
      of
      the
      Vatican.
      But
      it’s
      all
      in
      good
      fun,
     
     
      and
      I’m
      having
      a
      blast.
     
    

    
     
      Anyway,
      there’s
      wine
      to
      be
     
     
      drunk,
      and
      it’s
      calling
      my
      name.
      To
     
     
      give
      a
      hint
      of
      what
      I’ve
      been
      doing
     
     
      over
      here,
      here’s
      a
      fact
      to
      leave
      on.
     
     
      Five
      liters
      of
      wine
      costs
      five
      dollars.
     
     
      Who
      can
      argue
      with
      a
      price
      like
      that?
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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