I was born in my mother’s kitchen and as soon as I came out of the womb, born two weeks early,I found myself there, rocked by my mother.
My small nose was itching from all the smells that came from the kitchen.
A doctor came, accompanied by my father, and as he approached my mother to visit her, he accidentally dropped a bottle of oil with his arm.
A droplet fell on my lips and I, with my tiny tongue, reached for it to taste it.
A curious sensation pervaded me, a scent, a sweet and slightly spicy taste. I was in ecstasy!
Meanwhile, the doctor apologized for his clumsiness but my mother reassured him and told him that, that was an excellent locally-made oil, produced in Ferrandina , 100% majatica.
That was my first day on this earth and before even trying my own mother’s milk , I already knew the taste of the exquisite majatica oil.
My mother admired me, the doctor looked at me but I ignored him, I was constantly looking at my mother’s breasts.
I was hungry and she understood it so she opened her button down shirt and I saw her engorged breast, filled with milk and with a swift movement ,I latched on.
I started sucking without even stopping to breathe. That was the first time I ate , an extremely pleasurable feeling, and just to be thorough I wanted to check in there was something different in the other breast, so I moved and latched onto the other one.
To my disappointment I found out that it had the same, strong, sour-tasting milk, but I enjoyed it since in made me feel well.