The Ghetto

The week end in Venise was great. Every thing went by the script, with few exception though. My mom did not scream hysterically when she walked through Piazza San Marco, she even added that "I don't give a damned thing about these stupid pigeons!!". Well done mom, you are finally over some erratic behavior! Caroline, the baby-sitter, actually spoke. Every one was in real good mood and even that complainer of my dad enjoyed his time in Venise! Weather was great, food excellent and Meggie was such a sweetheart! I don't know how to describe the joy of hugging her after 3 long weeks! Venise is a overwhelming city : it's just so beautiful but one place in particular touched my heart : the Ghetto. On a wall a headstone says : "Men. Women. Children. Masses for the gas chambers. Advancing toward horror beneath the whip of the executioner. Your sad holocaust is ingraved in history. And nothing shall purge your deaths from our memories. For our memories are your only grave." It's a silent scream what you feel in your ears and you can't walk away without feeling ashamed for what has been done.
On a lighter note Italian are always the same : noisy, neurotic and well dressed...that's why I love them!