Crossing the Serbian border at last Vladimir drew into the service station. . Salvatore came towards him with his arms outstretched, shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows. 'Donne, oh le donne,' Vladimir could hear the shrill female voice bursting forth from the phone across the tarmac.'Concettina calls me every ten minutes now. Where does she think I get the time to do all these imagined antics.' Vladimir embraced him in a bear hug.'Ciao Salvo, è bello vederti! My Inga was angry with me too.'
'It's a good sign if a woman's jealous, it means your love is alive,' Salvatore grinned and lead Vladimir to his cab. They both climbed up to sit together looking at all the dangling cornetti, peperoncini and Santini, that Concettina had hung to ward off the hoards of women that might have their eyes on her Salvatore. 'Here Vladi , try these Arancini, my Nonna made them, and this Sicilian sausage is la fine del mondo, delicious.I've got something very interesting to tell you. My boss has given me a lorry load of our beautiful Terracotta vases and pots to take to a new hotel on the Black sea near you. It's opening next month and they're hoping that thousands of tourists from the North of Europe will go there in search of sun, sand and cheap beer. They need someone who speaks Italian and so I thought of you.You'd be on a proper salary and everything, you could ask Inga what she thinks.'