Carnaio

Ventimiglia is a fisherman, all his life he has been collecting anchovies and crabs in his nets, even if in recent years the sea has become meagre and his small ship no longer has a crew. The fish he sells in the market of DF, a small town like many, with a parish priest who preaches but “visits” whores, a mayor who is the son of mayor, a local broadcasting that warms the hearts of housewives with his grizzled anchor-man. One day, in March, Giovanni finds a corpse in his net, a man who must have been soaking for days, a boy not from around here, perhaps from the East or the South, a black person. And after him, the findings of bodies, nearly faded from the water, all young, all the same height and all the same weight, all black, follow each other – local authorities are at a loss, they cannot manage to find a clue about is happening, heaps of corpses to bury, identify, handle. The town of DF asks for help, but national government ignores them, so much so that, after a series of anomalous waves that have left DF covered in thousands of bodies, they find a solution of their own, one to make the situation even profitable.