Molihua and Andrea talk about their lives while having supper; Chinese food – Chinese story, Italian food – Italian story. It is the encounter of two cuisines, two cultures, two religions, two people born in two small villages. As new immigrants, they learn how to adapt and survive in Manhattan working in Chinatown and Little Italy. They settle on the Lower East Side, get married and raise a son who, once he becomes a teenager, makes surprising choices about how he is going to live his life.
Michele Duva earned a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature at the State University of New York at Binghamton, a Master of Business Administration at San Jose State University, and a Master of Science in Taxation at Golden Gate University.
Perched like a hawk on untamed solid rock, shedding a waterfall of slanting red roofs, clinging to the peak, sloping down toward the valley, pinched by two deep ravines, majestically crowned by high snow-covered mountains, my village shines.
And the night that I was born within your cozy walls, you happily heard my first cry blend with the hissing of the cold northern wind roaring noisily at every turn, the strong wind running through the village’s narrow labyrinthine streets and over the smoking village fireplaces. The defiant northern wind went crazy, pulling, jerking, yanking around in a square and, before long, playfully kicking and choking a chimney here and there. The untamable northern patrolling wind dispersed my cry over smoking village fireplaces.