Mandarino

«I am a happy pessimist. On days of spleen — a pretty word that condenses dejection, boredom, melancholy, listlessness — I need only decide to go to Italy and cross the border, just an hour and a half from my home, for me to be happy. This country has the scent of happiness; it must be true, since people from the North have come to spend their holidays here for centuries. That endurance is the clear proof that the Italian is happy — and he knows it. At once he proselytises and speaks loudly to sell his coffee, his cheeses, his pasta, his fruit and above all his citrus. He loves life!»

Jean-Claude Ellena