Fausto Bincoletto was a in his sixties,
equipped with sideburns and jam jar specs.
The head waiter in hotel restaurant
'Almayer's Folly' in Forte dei Marmi.
The building that had often changed style,
was on a street that ended on the
seafront promenade. From the cashier,
dishwasher Enrico (our Henk) had heard,
insofar as he had understood, that Fausto
was a childless widower from Carrara.
If Henk couldn't make himself clear in
Italian, Carlo Pepoli, the cashier who
always rode along with Fausto, came to help.
He was from Massa, but also spoke German,
for he had lived in Trentino in Bozen / Bolzano
up to his seventeenth. And the three of them
sometimes after work went somewhere for a
drink. Then you had conversations like:
"Solita solfa?" "Gleiche Sulphur?"
"Ah, immer das gleiche Liedchen."
Henk often had to admit: "Non ho
capito un cavolo. Nix verstehen,
not a damn thing." "Qua?"
