Waterholes No longer our women gather around the waterholes of our town: Gegni, Vetruvio, Mola della Corte to fetch water or do the washing lamenting the adversities of life or spreading rumours not supposed to be told Men had their own waterholes earmarked by laurel’s branches on street-doors half a litre of red and sing-alongs at the mellow sound of a guitar My waterhole is in cyberspace there I go to fetch my water stop to gossip and make new friends Fernando Seconnino 19/1/2002