Arrr! Mauro Morandi, Italy's own castaway, has shuffled off this mortal coil at 85—may the winds be ever in his sails!
2025-01-10
Aye, he be the lone scallywag of Budelli, an untouched gem off Sardinia's north coast! He reveled in his lonely treasure, until the landlubbers kicked him out, like a fish without a fin! Avast, ye solitude!
Arrr, gather 'round, ye scallywags, and lend me yer ears! Once upon a time, on a wee speck o' land known as Budelli, there lived a solitary swab named Giovanni. Aye, this fine lad found himself a slice o' paradise off the northern shores o' Sardinia, where the sun kissed the sands and the waves sang sweet melodies. He reveled in his solitude like a treasure hoarder with a chest full o’ gold, livin' the life of a carefree seafarer, free as the wind!But alas, me hearties, the winds of fate blew ill! One fateful day, the scurvy landlubbers in charge came knockin’, their boots muddy and their hearts cold. “Giovanni, ye can’t be stayin’ here no more!” they bellowed, as if he were a barnacle on their fine ship. “Ye be evicted!” With a heavy heart, our lone pirate—er, I mean resident—packed his meager belongings, castin' one last glance at his beloved isle. “Ye scallywags!” he howled, “Ye’ve sunk my ship of solitude!”
Yet fear not, for Giovanni sailed off into the sunset, ready for more adventures, leavin’ behind the barren paradise. So, raise a toast to our lone pirate, for even in solitude, ye never know when the tide might turn! Yarrr!