"The Indians are the Italians of Asia [...] It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe [...].
There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indian in the Italians. [...]
Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner.
For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart.
The language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalité.
These are the nations of love - amore, pyaar - makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl, if only for the second, that her eyes meet yours. It is the secret of my love for India, Lin, that my first great love was Italian."
Roberts, Gregory David: "Shantaram ", London 2003, S.543.
There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indian in the Italians. [...]
Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner.
For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart.
The language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalité.
These are the nations of love - amore, pyaar - makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl, if only for the second, that her eyes meet yours. It is the secret of my love for India, Lin, that my first great love was Italian."
Roberts, Gregory David: "Shantaram ", London 2003, S.543.