Laura Pausini

Something dawned on me the other day; I’m en route to meet Cassandra in Italy, and now that I find myself here, infused with a sense of how big –and to bunny standards quite vast- a place it actually is, a natural question arises; where in Italy? Svenbärd somehow failed to mention it, and I, inadvertently, didn’t ask. So that’s basically it then. How in the name of holy carrot-macaroni am I going to find this mysterious cat? Of course, it’s a cat that talks, so that should pretty much narrow it down a bit, but still, I see people walking around the streets, mostly clad in very fashionable attire (it’s a cliché, I know, but it’s also very true as long as you use the word “mostly”), and they seem to talk pretty much non-stop, both in conversation and alone apparently. Mobile phones here have gotten so fashionable and small that it’s hard to categorize people as either lively conversationalists or just stark raving mad. So, my point being, according to the second law of thermodynamics there must be a spillover-effect of all that prattle onto other mammals. The name “Cassandra” even sounds Italian. Lord knows there could be literally millions of talking felines by that name, all of them driving a snazzy Fiat Cinquecento. Now, my Italian has become a little rusty ever since my duet with Laura Pausini a couple of years ago, so I don’t know what “cinquecento” means but I’m guessing it’s something along the lines of “will turn you into furry pancake.” I’ve never been into the Italian cuisine that much anyway; all that oil and minced meat and garlic makes me bloated and, well, if you’ll allow me the indiscretion, farty. To cut a long story short, my only hopes of finding Cassandra is that she might be reading this blog and send me an email about her whereabouts. For this reason I shall try to log in a little more often to register my location. Cassandra, if you are reading this; I’m in a city called Modena. Ah, what to tell you about it? It was founded a long time ago by a people that called themselves Villanovans, meanwhile lost in the mists of time I might add. Then there came Ligurian tribes, Etruscans and the rebellious Boii, followed of course by the Romans. Without going into details about all the historical nitty-gritty; the town is still here today, filled to the brim with Fiat Cinquecento’s, really old buildings and museums about all the stuff that happened in and around these buildings. Anyway, I’m probably headed for Bologna next, just so you know.