Luciano Di Angelo

You're a tourist (any country) You arrived to Venice, the city of gondolas. You are walking around, impressed by the view, the magical sunset. Suddenly you hear a childish voice behind you, "Mi scusi, signore...?" (Exuse me, sir) You turn around and see a boy, holding a charcoal pencil and a sketchbook. His clothes are torn & dirty. He looks like a young beggar. "Signore... forse le interessa la pittura? Due lire italiane?" (Sir... perhaps you are interested in painting? Two Italian liras)