Buon Giorno

Venice is known for its pigeons. They actually seem very sweet and they make San Marco Square look like an even more happy and colorful place; They are such a perk here, that tourist with not much of a brain come from all over the world to buy a tiny little bag which contains bad popcorn seeds that some crooks here sell for a Euro fifty; (about 1000% profit), and the whole purpose is to feed these flying rats and have them gather around in demand for more (that's when one spends another Euro fifty, and proceed to photograph the event).

Well, these pigeons, about fifty of them, park outside my window. There's a low roof leveled just across from my bedroom, and there they wake up, at around 6 AM, and there they start to coo in a sound which to me resembles a bunch of religious freaks in a loud , very loud prayer, which lasts about 4 hours.

Mind you, I can't sleep come 6, and if I open the window (feathers and leaves swirl in the air and fly back at me) the pigeons don't even move; They simply stare at me with this look in their wide- awake eyes: "where's my popcorn, b*^&tch?"