Organs, but with Pasta

DUE

No one was around. Not a single conscious walking normal human being with an active beating heart was to be seen. And I was the only one walking at this hour. But at least the night sky, the yellow streetlights, the cold breeze and the hollow ambience of the air were with me as I marched down the Via Marsala, my shoes tapping the sidewalks' pretty brick designs.
The town itself at this hour felt lonely as if it were truly abandoned but it is clearly obvious that it's not. No one will ever leave a place like this empty. There are so many things to do here.
My hands were in my coat's pockets, my red eyes staring at the ground as I continued to keep making my way down.

The Via Marsala is perhaps one of the town's longest streets. It starts from a hill north of the town where people go camping, then the path continues down and down into the town centre. Along the way are hostels, cheap restaurants, souvenir shops, paths to streets to go to other streets. There is even a recreational field where sporty events are held but it's closed at the moment. This street is completely bare, but there is a certain time when it isn't, where it is lively and joyful and that's the type of thing I want to see myself in.
Happily skipping down this street with other people in my view and it isn't night time. I could go in the colourful souvenir shops and greet everyone or even play at the field like a normal person. If only it weren't so dangerous.
But it's just an irrelevant thought. What I see right now is securely locked doors, black windows and yellow lights.

Via Marsala continues straight ahead until you see it end once you see the River Adige. And that is when you know that you have reached the outer town centre.
I first crossed the road stepping my last steps on the Via Marsala and then walked on the sidewalk on the outer edge of the Adige going west until I find a certain bridge to get to the Piazza Bra.

Thinking about the Piazza reminded me of the pizzeria, and I wondered what I will be doing tonight. The pizzeria is pretty busy, or that's what my famiglia thinks of it to be. Everyone there prepares food for ourselves in the duration of the entire empty night. And we all work energetically even if we have very little space, but in total silence.
There are cooking, cleaning, preserving, washing, silencing and more to do. Which is why I always ask myself of what I will be doing each night, because I am the only one who doesn't have a secure job in the place.

And side note though, everyone knows a pizzeria is a place where only pizza is made and sold and eaten. Only pizza. But a few decades ago, my famiglia decided to cook up other things too, such as lasagne, spaghetti bolognese, Mediterranean-styled salads, bottarga and ossobuco. All of which are Verona's mouth-watering nighttime specialties even though we're the only ones to try it. They taste really good though.

And with all of these foods, they still call it a pizzeria and the thought feels like an itch that won't go away.
Huh, I might tell Marco that. He owns the place, and besides, the pizzeria is literally just called Il Pizzeria. Nothing else and he still has got to come up with a proper name. Il Pizzeria just sounds lazy and there are other daytime pizzerias around the town with a same name. Hopefully I myself will get to run the business one day. The amount of things I can do to help improve the place. But it's just another irrelevant thought. What, I could maybe open it up to everyone, decorate it, have some music. I have always wanted to serve people and give them a nice moment to spare, and make their days. But I can't just do that due to obvious reasons.

Back to what I was thinking in relation to jobs, what will I do? Will Marco make me count the euros? Will Velma allow me to use the deep-fryer? Or will Luigi and Selmers make me help to trap the cockroaches again? I like cockroaches. They are funny creatures, sure they look disgusting and dirty but they are just scared because everything is bigger than them.