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The Tears of Sicily
CHAPTER ONE
THE RAVAGE OF MAFFIAN FEUD
The dusty town of Sicily became a living ghost town as residents scurried in a panicky mood to save the lives of their families and secure their properties. It was quite a blurry evening, just like every other casual evening and the villagers were gossiping casually in groups of littered circles; children were frantically running around the circus square, playing with the muddy sand surrounding the murky lake Dabara. The women and young girls were dabbling with plaiting their hairs in preparation for the coming Christmas season. The men were not left out: they surrounded the burning fire, roasting bushmeat for family dinner.
Scintillating sound of music pierced the air as a well known local musician, Pablo Lucia, entertained everyone with his cool genre of soft blues. Indeed, it was really a momentous carnival of a sort with an Italian setting.
Suddenly, there was a cry of help like someone held in captivity emanating from a thick bush surrounding the circus square. At first, they did not suspect anything out of place because the city is not known for such unprecedented danger and attacks. The men rose up to the occasion, organized themselves in smaller groups and went in search of the source of the danger. They were wielding long sticks to protect themselves in the event of sudden attack from the anticipated intruders.
They combed the entire thick forest in search of the supposed captive to no avail. Then at sunset, they returned to the circus square to meet their women and children who had been waiting all day for their return.
''Get me the whistle!'', retorted Garcia Edwin, the leader of the city search team. Then Simon Perez, the youth leader threw the whistle to him and he grabbed it mid-air. The whistle is their collective symbol of strength and togetherness. Whenever there is such an emergency in Sicily, all grown men of the city are convened in the midnight to deliberate on the next line of action.
''Since we were unable to trace the source of the noise'', said Garcia, ''we shall all retire home to safety and all grown men should all gather late night for further intense search''. They were not comfortable with the fact that they had not solved the mystery of discovering the source of the cry for help. Does it mean that one of their...
THE RAVAGE OF MAFFIAN FEUD
The dusty town of Sicily became a living ghost town as residents scurried in a panicky mood to save the lives of their families and secure their properties. It was quite a blurry evening, just like every other casual evening and the villagers were gossiping casually in groups of littered circles; children were frantically running around the circus square, playing with the muddy sand surrounding the murky lake Dabara. The women and young girls were dabbling with plaiting their hairs in preparation for the coming Christmas season. The men were not left out: they surrounded the burning fire, roasting bushmeat for family dinner.
Scintillating sound of music pierced the air as a well known local musician, Pablo Lucia, entertained everyone with his cool genre of soft blues. Indeed, it was really a momentous carnival of a sort with an Italian setting.
Suddenly, there was a cry of help like someone held in captivity emanating from a thick bush surrounding the circus square. At first, they did not suspect anything out of place because the city is not known for such unprecedented danger and attacks. The men rose up to the occasion, organized themselves in smaller groups and went in search of the source of the danger. They were wielding long sticks to protect themselves in the event of sudden attack from the anticipated intruders.
They combed the entire thick forest in search of the supposed captive to no avail. Then at sunset, they returned to the circus square to meet their women and children who had been waiting all day for their return.
''Get me the whistle!'', retorted Garcia Edwin, the leader of the city search team. Then Simon Perez, the youth leader threw the whistle to him and he grabbed it mid-air. The whistle is their collective symbol of strength and togetherness. Whenever there is such an emergency in Sicily, all grown men of the city are convened in the midnight to deliberate on the next line of action.
''Since we were unable to trace the source of the noise'', said Garcia, ''we shall all retire home to safety and all grown men should all gather late night for further intense search''. They were not comfortable with the fact that they had not solved the mystery of discovering the source of the cry for help. Does it mean that one of their...
