June 26, 2009
He said: you never thought you would be doing a job like this, did you? We were standing knee-deep in straw, stripped to the waist, covered in sweat, straw and dust, sun burning, skin prickling, eyes hurting, soul singing. No, I said, it has never even passed through my mind. We were spreading straw in the vineyard, massive bails on a steep slope, falling over, panting, rubbing our eyes, looking up to the coming thunderstorm. Angiolino and two of his sons, all muscle and bone and golden-tanned skins and blond hair, like an idyllic ad for country living.