Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Cogliate is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via Roma, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m dodging old ladies with their shopping carts like it’s an Olympic sport. Seriously, they’re like ninjas with those things. One almost took me out! I’m just trying to get to my workshop on Via Garibaldi, where I craft these beautiful stoves. I mean, I make art, people! But today? Today was a hot mess.
So, I finally get to my shop, and guess what? My delivery of materials is late. Like, super late. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “Where the heck is my steel?” I need that stuff to make the stoves! I’m pacing like a caged animal. I even start talking to my tools. “Hey, hammer, you got my back today?” Yeah, I’m that guy.
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s all like, “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a haircut?” He laughs, but then he tells me about this crazy street fair on Via Dante. I’m like, “What? Why didn’t I know about this?” So, I’m torn. Work or fair? Work or fair? I choose fair. Duh.
I rush over to Via Dante, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere, people laughing, music blasting. I’m in heaven. I grab a slice of pizza—best in Cogliate, no contest. I’m munching away, and then I see this guy juggling fire. Like, actual fire! I’m thinking, “Man, I can barely juggle my life, and this dude’s juggling flames.” I’m impressed, but also a bit jealous.
But then, bam! A kid runs into me, and my pizza goes flying. I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my precious slice hit the ground. I’m like, “Nooooo!” The kid looks up at me, all wide-eyed, and I can’t even be mad. I mean, it’s just pizza, right? But still, my heart hurts a little.
After that, I decide to head back to the shop. I’m walking down Via Roma again, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s feeding pigeons. I stop and chat with him for a bit. He tells me stories about Cogliate from back in the day. Like, did you know there used to be a big market right here? I’m all ears. It’s like a history lesson, but way cooler.
Finally, I get back to my workshop, and guess what? My materials are there! I’m pumped! I dive into work, hammering away, and it feels good. I’m in my zone, creating these stoves that’ll warm people’s homes. It’s like magic, man.
But then, just as I’m finishing up, the power goes out. Seriously? I’m standing there in the dark, holding a wrench, feeling like a caveman. I can’t even see my stoves! I’m laughing and crying at the same time. “What’s next, a meteor?”
So, I pack up for the day, feeling a mix of emotions. Cogliate, you wild city, you’ve got my heart racing. I love the chaos, the people, the stories. Even when it’s a mess, it’s my mess. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen. But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Cogliate!