Personal+Narritive12Italy

= = =__**Silenzioso** Signora__=

When I went to Italy so many years ago there are a few things I remember, and this definitely one of them.

The lady with the hair as thick as a wool blanket and as black as charcoal sat on a folding chair all day. A small table sat in front of her, and on that table there was a chess board. On the ground were boxes with paper flowing out. On all the bottoms of the chess pieces were a green sticker with a number on it.

But, she didn't play chess, no all day she sat there waiting for children or tourists to walk by and give her a quarter and then finally claim their prize. The number decided what level of prize you would get.

Her income, at least the job you saw her doing all day, was depending on how many quarters she got after each day.

And maybe thats why I would go back again and again, and beg my parents for quarters again and again. But maybe I just wanted the prize.

And I still have the prizes from that lady, and I wonder if she is still sitting there waiting, just waiting.