Giuseppina governs the small part of a farm, which overlooks the side of the road to Limavady, before the petrol station Api. I'm already waiting for a while and when I get reproaches me with his eyes half-smile half hardness. Straight out of a film of Cyprus and Maresco. E 'character lively, friendly and always and only then talk about money. More than in the country you had to work in banks, I always say, and she laughs and makes as if to give me a slap.
Who do you cook the chicken? asks me peremptory. Jose has five daughters, all unmarried and living with her she tells me, except that Concetta is to Rome and worked at Tivoli in fact I said, you do not remember well and do not even know what it does, I think robb 'and accounting, cuncett ten and pup '. In the country with her is Mary and also carry out the whole shebang. Maria has narrow shoulders of those who want to give less hassle as possible, he works hard and has resolved to make the people who hurry to leave the scene, if anything, even disappear. It 's a timid lady, her face haggard and emaciated, his eyes lowered and her hair pulled tight and dirty and worn under a hat that gives prominence to his large hazel eyes. I think it is beautiful, but Mary is too interested in cleaning up the car. I say to Jose that I want to do a film on her, I want you to tell me his life over a glass of wine, one Sunday I bring my camera. She looks at me funny and flattering tone, staring at me with a sly smile and attentive, I look good and then sends me nicely to that country. I ask the usual eggs while I wander through the fields. The eggs must take the Maria . Meanwhile, pour water into a saucepan and let boil on the stove. Before I came to do what I do visit the cows. In the farm there are cows, goats, rabbits, ducks, calves and chickens. I ask if I can help her out a few Sundays since she still has to put the tomatoes. I say I'm no good for the land that I have calluses in the midst of the hands. Who do you cook the chicken? blue eyes, that arise under a patina of wrinkles, betray the mocking and witty, Josephine. She tells me who has five daughters, with the same air of an Iranian carpet salesman.
He shows me a nice chicken, young and grown. I want it smaller and I choose another, but she wants to give the larger one. And so after him, before forcing him on the corner of the house, then caught and reversed, holding their legs tightly. The chicken is still on the scale. Three and a half kilograms. He walks away but first gets a knife blank. Just enough time to take some steps and cut with a sharp blow to the throat of the bird. For a moment he stops time and nothing seems to happen. Then the chicken began to beat and give shots, like a soul gone mad with grief that devastates and strikes against the cage of the body. The agonizing struggle lasts a few tens of seconds at the end of the chicken gives up. E 'dead. Joseph takes him by the neck and drop it into the bucket of hot water. You should see a chicken die, he says, Penn immerses the body in the container. Joseph places the animal on the white table and begins to pluck, until it is completely white. Puts aside the head of the chicken legs stomach. These are the stock . I tell her I do not care and can also give to cats.
We remain intent on watching the slaughter of chicken, trying without scruple. The legs of the chicken to the cats and the return of Mary with the eggs. I start to look at her eyes and she makes time to give me his back and without saying a word back to the fields.
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