XXXVII
They were rich and they had to pay.
During the fifties, while in the rest of Italy and in the south people were building houses and fought to increase the industry’s production, there was a happy isle, and that was not a paradox. The Sicilian pasta factories were working and selling. Almost everybody exported and even the factory in Station Square was living its luckiest period ever. What came out from the drying departments was good pasta and it took five days for it to leave the cells. The color of the spaghetti recalled the splendor of gold. And it was just that gold that was packaged in one-English-libre paper bags and then placed in twenty-five- piece wooden boxes.
This success had a first and last name. Peppuccio Musumeci was a man who worked hard. Inflexible with himself a
