ABSTRACT
Palermo, 14 July 2011. I’m driving Sandy home from the celebrations for Palermo’s patron saint, Santa Rosalia. We waited for the fireworks until midnight, eating traditional street food—snails with garlic—near the waterfront. The crowds are gone now. Sandy lives in Palermo’s periphery, where there is little public transport and having a car is almost a necessity. Her parents can’t afford one, and usually nobody wants to drive her home, especially at night. But I feel like a big sister.
