Now I'm almost a week in Sicily and I must say, the island and I are not really warm to each other. Maybe it's because, that we do not have as much luck with the accommodations. In Catania, our apartment was a room, which was not really warm in Syracuse, although it is a real apartment, for the flow is throttled by the landlord, so that we alone on the first night at least 10 had to run down times, the backup switch again (more than two electronic devices can not cope with the circuit and hot water alone already consumed 3/4) and since today swims the bathroom, if one uses the flushing of the toilet.

And yet it is not alone. Maybe it was because, that I first met at Catania. The second-largest city in Italy, which allows it to expire so many beautiful old houses. In the old town there are more than a dilapidated ruin, you realize just, that Sicily is the poorest in Italy. Between the 30. January and the 05. February is commemorated throughout the city of St. Agata. At any corners are altars, which are worn by young men and accompanied with a loud brass bands. It's almost as, that one hopes, that they now also solves all problems, so enthusiastic and passionate is celebrated the day of worship here. Even the churches are well attended. This ritualization leaves a strange aftertaste in a city, the much more pressing problems has to solve.