October 7, 2013
I love Sicily’s wrinkled old tin-clad doors.
Sicilians are giving them the heave-ho. They rip ’em out, heartlessly, and put in sleek white ones with blank-eyed glass in the center.
I know, I know. I’m probably the only one on the island to treasure these things. It’s just ugly old junk to Sicilians. Out with the old! In with the new! We’re not some kind of backward old island!!! Give us the new!!! Sleek modern designs! Give us shiny chic doors from Milan! Dump these onto the rubbish pile. Out! Out! Out! There was a time, not so long ago, when we were poor. Imagine. So poor that our wooden doors, rotted by a chafing sun, had to be tinned instead of replaced.
After they’ve torn them all out, they’ll ache for them. Just wait.
