
On my way home, I decided to ride past the place where the
street market normally is and it still wasn’t there. However, I did find a
small row of vendors at the end of the block, so there is some nighttime
shopping to be had.
As I approached my street, I noticed an unusual amount of
people and cars at the condominium complex at the corner. People were clamoring
and talking Italian style (lots of hands in motion). I also noticed the
presence of Carabinieri (Italian state police) who only work on serious
matters. One officer was blocking the entrance to an stairwell. As I continued
on I spotted the funebri (funeral home) truck. Obviously someone was dead.
First reaction in this heat is an elderly person went to sleep after lunch and
didn’t wake up. However, the gossip all over the street is that a husband
murdered his wife then committed suicide. Everyone is huddled around asking
what do you know? Who was it? Why did he do it? Was he crazy (obvious answer to
that one)? It’s a weird vibe here tonight. I always notice how the Italians
gossip and are into everyone’s business, but this is like something I’ve never
seen. Murder-suicides are very strange to people here, and they are all
reacting oddly with the gossip huddles. It’s like their idea of the town has
been tainted a bit. Paradise lost.