“I had never eaten a mulberry before that steamy afternoon at the market in Catania. I had to look up the English translation afterwards, I didn’t even know what a mulberry was. A fictional thing perhaps, a figment of nursery rhymes and stories told by grey-haired grandfathers on front porches. In my imagination, mulberries belong in a Nicholas Sparks novel. There would be a brimming bowel of mulberries on a table somewhere in South Carolina, waiting to be nibbled on a fated night with fated lovers.”

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