In the early twentieth century due to a stringent economic crisis millions of Italians scattered around the world in search of work, either by train around Europe or by ship bound for the Americas.
Famous ships departed each week from major Italian ports, loaded with men and women who bravely faced the world. They would go to the port accompanied by friends, family and betrotheds. After the ritual farewells peppered with tears, hugs and promises to write and not break up. Together with luggage overflowing with the ever-present Italic provisions, they finally embarked. On departure, there was a crush to grab seats near the balustrade, to toss, holding one end, balls of wool or twine to relatives on the dock, who unwound the spools as the ship pulled away to postpone the moment of parting. Unfortunately, however, the yarn inevitably broke, the ship left port, letters were slow to arrive, and unfortunately, supplies soon ran out and one had to adapt.
Today as then, with friends children and parents we go to the airport and there we say goodbye. True, we travel comfortably by car, train or plane, travel is faster, social media keeps us in constant contact and we know everything about everyone, always up to date. But even now pasta, coffee, cookies and tomatoes still end too soon.
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