Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a butcher in Trofarello ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinkin’ about the fresh cuts I gotta prep. I live on Via Roma, and lemme tell ya, that street is a whole vibe.
I stroll down to the shop, and boom! I see my buddy Marco at the bar across the street. He’s sippin’ on his espresso like it’s the elixir of life. I wave, but he’s too busy flirtin’ with some lady. Typical Marco. Anyway, I get to the shop, and the smell of meat hits me like a warm hug.
First customer rolls in. It’s Signora Bianchi. She’s always got a list longer than my arm. “I need two kilos of that prosciutto, and don’t skimp on the fat!” she says. I’m like, lady, I’m a butcher, not a magician! But I smile and get to work.
Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! Just like that! I’m standin’ there with a knife in one hand and a piece of meat in the other, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. The lights flicker back on, and I swear, I see a rat scurryin’ across the floor. I’m like, “Not today, Satan!”
After that chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on Via Torino. The sun’s out, and it’s a beautiful day. Kids are playin’ in the piazza, and I can hear the church bells ringin’. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zoomin’ past like he’s in the Tour de France. He nearly takes out an old lady! I’m shoutin’, “Hey! Slow down, man!” But he just laughs and keeps goin’.
Back in the shop, things get crazier. A delivery truck pulls up, and it’s my meat supplier. He’s late, of course. “Traffic on the A55,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, it’s always traffic!” But when he finally opens the back, the smell of fresh meat hits me. It’s like Christmas morning!
I’m cuttin’ and packin’ when I hear a commotion outside. I peek out, and there’s a street performer doin’ some wild dance. He’s got a crowd, and they’re lovin’ it! I’m thinkin’, “Man, I should’ve taken up dancing instead of butchering.” But then I remember my knife skills and feel a bit better.
Later, I get a visit from the local chef, Giulia. She’s a firecracker! “I need your best cuts for tonight’s special!” she says, and I’m like, “You got it!” We chat about the best spots in Trofarello. She loves the gelato at Gelateria da Marco. I’m more of a pizza guy myself, but hey, to each their own, right?
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted but happy. I clean up the shop, and the sun’s settin’ over the hills. Trofarello looks beautiful, with the colors paintin’ the sky. I think about how lucky I am to work in this town. Sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s home.
I lock up and head to the bar for a drink. Marco’s still there, and he’s finally noticed me. “You survived another day, huh?” he laughs. I raise my glass, “Cheers to that!”
And just like that, I’m reminded why I love this crazy life in Trofarello. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s mine. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!