07/10/2020
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Chronicles of a bizarre harvest, part two: the real mess.
When you know you don’t have to care about harvesting the grapes for drying anymore, which this year was like being an elephant in a china shop, the real fun begins. Everyone is in a hurry, you want the job to be finished the day before commencing, you need to be at the same time in the vineyards, at the post office, in the house videocalling the insurance company, at the supermarket, at the gas station and at the town hall to buy the tokens for the weighbridge, at least ten people are looking for you and there is always something missing or broken. In all this mess, the best thing you can do is grab a pair of scissors and forget about all the rest. When you enter the field it’s just you and the vines, nothing else matters. And yes, it’s tiring, you are all covered with sticky grape juice, if it’s hot you sweat like a pig, but at the same time you feel yourself relieved, full of positive energy, almost exhilarated. Because it’s the end of almost one year of work, because at that point you know that there had been many opportunities to loose everything in a minute, because you want so bad to see how the story goes on at the winery and in the bottles. You don’t care anymore about being tired, dirty or sweaty. Because so much work, so many fears, so many expectations all come together in that single moment, and explode into wild euphoria. Like getting past the finish line of a marathon. 😅🍇🥳