Kinship of Shared Experience

Mr. Bottleman early this morning at Ischia Porto: What is his meaning, what is he trying to say? He cheerfully refuses to disclose his intent, so I’m left to speculate. Perhaps he wishes to demonstrate he has control over that bottle balanced on his head, rather than the other way around. A metaphor of triumph. He smiles, as a man recently liberated from slavery. I too smile, feeling the kinship of shared experience.