57/365(+1), a photo by Luca Rossini on Flickr.
Lens: Minolta 35mm f1.4 AF
Camera: NEX-7, ISO200, f3.5, 1/25, raw
Here in Italy at Easter we cheer each other with chocolate eggs. You could get chocolate eggs of any size, from ones as small as quails’ eggs, to the dinosaur ones which could have hosted a T-Rex cub back in the days. But usually we give and receive medium sized eggs, as large as a rugby ball, wrapped in shiny metal paper. What’s (supposed to be) fun with these eggs is that they contain a surprise. Most of the times, like for 99.9%, the little present in your egg is bullshit. Crappy fake jewelry, awful veggie leather men’s stuff, un-funny toys from the great depression, and so on.
But once in a while something magic happens. You smash your egg, fisting it like there’s no tomorrow, and, with the most skeptical face you can put on, you extract the chocolate-stained, sticky present from inside it, just to realize that the ugly and sad guy at the chocolate eggs’ factory must have slipped by mistake your present from the “actually-cool-things” basket instead than the “rubbish-we’ll-never-sell-otherwise” basket.
Yet you want to make sure that it was actual luck, and not that someone bought the super-expensive, cool-surprise-guaranteed, age and gender optimized chocolate eggs. These eggs contain only nice stuff, no mistake and no disappointment, but at the price of costing ten times a normal egg, and twenty time the price of the little gift. So you carefully check out the situation: your in-laws look both puzzled at a pair of Chirstmas-tree shaped earrings and a fake-swarovsky mobile-phone case, while your niece cries at the half bald doll which screams in some mysterious language. Everything looks perfectly in the norm, all the others are extracting the proper and usual crappy gifts. So, you’ve got your miracle. It’s time to brag about it.
This year it was my turn. In my dark-black chocolate egg I unexpectedly found an amazing set for finger-soccer. Two pairs of sock-and-shoe thimbles, a ball, and two goals. It was too good to be real, almost legen…(wait for it)…dary! I had to take a proper shot of it. This day won’t be forgotten.
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