1971 was the year of spaghetti.
In 1971 I cooked spaghetti to live, and lived to cook spaghetti. Steam rising from the pot was my pride and joy, tomato sauce bubbling up in the saucepan my one great hope in life...
This is the story from the Year of Spaghetti, AD 1971.

Autore: Haruki Murakami