I walk through the town square and it occurs to me that all these tourists snapping their photographs and drinking their drinks at the side-walk cafes are completely oblivious to the cares and worries of our daily lives. We walk in different dimensions.
They’ll never know about the terrible divorce between Martina and Giulio. They’re the owners of this gelateria the tourists love so much. Once they were considered to be the ideal couple, so in love and so happy, by one and all. They’d kept their secret well even from us … and then it all fell apart. But they keep the gelateria* open and the tourists know nothing of the price Martina and Giulio pay each day as they smile and serve up their ice-cream treats.
Ah, there’s Nando, whistling down the street over there. He serves drinks at the discotheque. Everyone enjoys his jokes and easy manner he’s really popular with the visitors. Everyone admires him, but not his wife. She hasn’t had the opportunity of seeing that aspect of him in quite some time. Nando’s social drinking has gone too far and now he drinks his pay check up before he even gets it home, unfortunately he feels guilty about this so he beats his wife because she complains.
Here there are many stories hidden behind all the windows and shop fronts in our town square. All go unheeded by the visitors as they ooh and ah over our beautiful architecture and tidy streets with their pretty flower arrangements. Our image too is clean and tidy, so they never see us at all.
lurking behind polished glass
© G.s.k. ‘16
Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie – Photo Challenge #10
*gelateria is the name of an ice-cream parlour in Italy.