Pala

'When my uncle came back he couldn't see Antonio. He started to call, Antonio Antonio, where are you? There was no answer. My uncle walked all over his Su Quilli calling for Antonio when he turned around. Nothing could have prepared him for the gruesome scene before him: his nephew in a pool of blood. How he must have felt then, he nearly died himself. Something like that just doesn't happen, not even in horror films.' All my life I have been cooking...