Joséphina comes home to prepare fresh pasta. During two hours, she makes the orechiette and the fusilis while chating. «For the fusilis, I use a metal rod and roll the dough around it. This rod belonged to my mother, and even before that, to my grandmother. One day I will give it to my daughter. It is just a little rod of nothing, but I like it.» 

The bells are ringing behind the closed shutters. «We are burying an old gentleman today. He was ninety years old, so somehow this is normal, but he was a good person. When I was a little girl, he used to come every Sunday with his bike to sell ice cream. We could hear him yelling "Gelatiiii, gelatiii" . For ten lires, you could have one scoop, vanilla or chocolate. It was such an hapiness to us. That voice shouting "Gelati"  on Sunday is a joy of my childhood.»

In the evening, friends of Franceso join us for dinner. We cooked in the hoven few half cut cherry tomatoes, covered with breadcrumbs, oregano and olive oil. We placed them, tender and juicy, on the fresh pasta. Our glass are filled with a good rosé of Salento.