Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a violin maker in Sesto San Giovanni 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.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I head down Via Fratelli Cervi. Love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But then, BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, genius.” My coffee’s sloshing everywhere. I swear, I could’ve used that coffee to varnish a violin.
So, I finally get to my workshop on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. It’s a cozy little spot, filled with wood shavings and the smell of fresh pine. I’m all set to work on this gorgeous Stradivarius replica. I mean, it’s gonna be a masterpiece. But then, my buddy Marco shows up. He’s like, “Yo, you got a minute?”
I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I’m in the zone!” But Marco’s got that look. You know the one. He’s got some crazy story. Turns out, he just got back from a wild night out in Milan. He’s raving about some club on Corso Buenos Aires. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a violin maker, not a party animal!” But I can’t help but laugh.
Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They want to pick up their violin today. I’m like, “Today? Seriously?” I’m not ready! I’m still sanding the edges! So, I’m rushing around, trying to make it perfect. I’m sweating bullets.
And then, the unthinkable happens. I drop the damn violin! It’s like time stopped. I’m staring at it, heart racing. I pick it up, and thank the violin gods, it’s fine. Just a little scratch. I’m like, “Phew, that was close!”
Finally, I finish up just in time. I’m feeling all proud, ya know? I wrap it up, and just as I’m about to head out, I see this old lady outside my shop. She’s struggling with her groceries on Via Gorizia. I rush over, like a superhero or something. “Let me help you, ma’am!”
She’s super grateful, and I’m feeling all warm inside. But then, she starts telling me about her late husband who played the violin. I’m like, “Oh man, here we go.” She goes on and on, and I’m trying to be polite, but I’m also thinking about that client waiting for their violin.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally escape. I rush to meet the client at the park near Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a beautiful spot, but I’m a hot mess. I’m sweating, hair’s all over the place. I hand over the violin, and the client’s face lights up. “It’s perfect!” they say. I’m like, “Yeah, totally nailed it!”
But then, I notice a pigeon pooping right next to me. I’m like, “Really? Right now?” I can’t help but laugh. It’s just one of those days, ya know?
So, I head back home, exhausted but happy. Sesto San Giovanni is wild, man. It’s got its quirks, its charm. I love this city, even when it drives me nuts. I plop down on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day.”
And that’s just a regular Tuesday for a violin maker in Sesto. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!