I went to the local grocery store in search of toilet paper, and I bought three packages of ten rolls each. I would have bought more of the same brand, but that was all that was available this time around. Carrying the whole lot under my right arm, I looked quite funny. Thus I kept kidding with everyone I walked past on Gradiziol, the lower square, and Borgo. “No che me lodo,” I went on and on while pointing at my treasure, “ma cago molto!” The Venetian dialect added a little something to my performance. Everyone laughed, and I reached my home elated. Gosh, how little it takes! I can well imagine Motovun crawling with jesters once upon a time. And everyone used to be so much happier for it.