Man, what a day! I swear, Ozieri really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I’m up early, right? The sun’s barely peeking over the hills, and I’m already knee-deep in charcoal dust. You know, just another day in the life of a charcoal burner. But today? Today was different.
First off, I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old dude, right? He’s just chillin’ on a bench, feeding pigeons like it’s a scene from a movie. I’m like, “Bro, it’s 7 AM, get a life!” But then, I see the pigeons. They’re all fat and fluffy, like little clouds on the ground. I can’t help but smile. Ozieri’s got this charm, ya know?
Then, I head over to the market at Piazza dei Caduti. Man, the hustle and bustle! People shouting, vendors hawking their goods. I’m just trying to grab some bread, but this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I got charcoal to burn!” But she’s all about her fresh tomatoes. I mean, I get it, but still!
Finally, I get my bread and head to the workshop. But guess what? My buddy Marco calls me. He’s like, “Dude, you won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he found this ancient piece of charcoal in the woods. Like, who even knew that was a thing? I’m like, “Marco, it’s charcoal, not a treasure map!” But he’s all hyped up about it.
So, I’m back at the workshop, and I’m trying to focus, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about that charcoal. What if it’s special? What if it’s worth something? I mean, I’ve seen some weird stuff in Ozieri, but this? This could be a game-changer.
Then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I’m talking dark clouds, thunder, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Great, just what I need!” I rush to cover my charcoal stacks. I’m soaked, mud everywhere. I’m slipping and sliding like a fool. Ozieri’s streets are slick, man!
But then, as I’m struggling, I see this rainbow. Like, a legit rainbow! It’s shining over the hills, and for a second, I forget about the storm. I’m standing there, drenched, but smiling like an idiot. Ozieri, you sneaky little town, you know how to lift my spirits!
After the storm, I head to the bar on Via Cagliari. I need a drink, ya know? I walk in, and the place is packed. Everyone’s buzzing about the storm. I grab a beer, and this guy next to me starts talking about the old days. He’s reminiscing about how Ozieri used to be. I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to enjoy my drink!” But he’s got stories, man.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s Marco again. He’s found a buyer for that ancient charcoal! I’m like, “What?!” I can’t believe it. I’m jumping up and down in the bar, and everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy. But I don’t care! Ozieri’s got my back today!
So, I’m leaving the bar, feeling like a champ. The streets are lit up, and I’m just soaking it all in. Ozieri, with its narrow alleys and old buildings, feels alive. I’m walking down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I can’t help but laugh. What a day, right?
I get home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about everything. The old dude, the storm, the rainbow, and that ancient charcoal. Ozieri, you wild little town, you’ve given me a day to remember. I crash into bed, dreaming of pigeons, rainbows, and maybe a little bit of fortune. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?