Post by account_disabled on Dec 3, 2023 2:06:59 GMT -4
A dog wagged past them, its collar whipping the ground, and soon after, a man appeared, chasing it, calling its name. An elderly couple was stopping to immortalize that moment in a lightning-fast photograph and some children darted past the mother and her son shouting "hello, Zefi!" which was lost in the air, fading like a watered-down colour. In the most remote corner of the amusement park they arrived with the disorganized remnants of the people who, in the meantime, had dispersed, some to one side and some to the other and that animated river of noisy people had dried up in isolated lumps of curious people who stopped here and there to rearrange my thoughts.
and pungent smell of something that Zefirino didn't recognize, but which he immediately cataloged as a delicacy to discover and eat. She held her mother's hand tighter and it was he who led her following the olfactory trail of that irresistible perfume that reminded him of all the dreams in the Phone Number Data world. Next to a sweets stall a man was twisting a stick in a cauldron and magically a kind of cotton with blue or pink reflections appeared on the thin wood. Zefirino had never seen magic like that and looked at his mother with his mouth open without finding the right words to ask what she was. “It's cotton candy,” the woman said, guessing the child's unspoken question. And she explained to him how that prodigious machine worked which could create fragrant and edible wadding from a simple sugary powder. Zefirino remained to observe the man who rotated his hand inside the pot and took out the stick with a sort of white cloud attached to it as soft as cotton.
"But do you really eat that thing?" he asked, without even realizing he had spoken. There were no customers at that counter and the child thought for a moment that the man was preparing that sugar delicacy for himself. «You can eat what you accept as your becoming», the seller replied crypticly, smiling with a strange light in his eyes. «Can I eat one, mom?», asked Zefirino, more and more curious to taste the cotton candy. "How much is it?" asked the woman. “A personal tribute, ma'am,” the man replied, handing the cotton candy to the child. “Oh, thank you, really,” said the woman, blushing at this unexpected kindness. «Zefi, thank the lord.» "Thank you," said the child, but his mind was already beyond it, he had bitten that strange sweet, tore it into pieces and stuck it back together, and had had his fill of it.
and pungent smell of something that Zefirino didn't recognize, but which he immediately cataloged as a delicacy to discover and eat. She held her mother's hand tighter and it was he who led her following the olfactory trail of that irresistible perfume that reminded him of all the dreams in the Phone Number Data world. Next to a sweets stall a man was twisting a stick in a cauldron and magically a kind of cotton with blue or pink reflections appeared on the thin wood. Zefirino had never seen magic like that and looked at his mother with his mouth open without finding the right words to ask what she was. “It's cotton candy,” the woman said, guessing the child's unspoken question. And she explained to him how that prodigious machine worked which could create fragrant and edible wadding from a simple sugary powder. Zefirino remained to observe the man who rotated his hand inside the pot and took out the stick with a sort of white cloud attached to it as soft as cotton.
"But do you really eat that thing?" he asked, without even realizing he had spoken. There were no customers at that counter and the child thought for a moment that the man was preparing that sugar delicacy for himself. «You can eat what you accept as your becoming», the seller replied crypticly, smiling with a strange light in his eyes. «Can I eat one, mom?», asked Zefirino, more and more curious to taste the cotton candy. "How much is it?" asked the woman. “A personal tribute, ma'am,” the man replied, handing the cotton candy to the child. “Oh, thank you, really,” said the woman, blushing at this unexpected kindness. «Zefi, thank the lord.» "Thank you," said the child, but his mind was already beyond it, he had bitten that strange sweet, tore it into pieces and stuck it back together, and had had his fill of it.