A boat docked in a small Sicilian village. An American tourist complimented a Sicilian fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Pocu tempu," answered the Sicilian. "Not very long."
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Sicilian explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"À la mattina sta curcatu tardu, poi mi ni va piscari antichia, iuco cun li figghi mii, e in pomoriggiu fazzu 'na siesta cun la mugghieri. À la sira, vaiu in villaggiu pir virirri i mii amici, bivemu 'na pocu bicchieri di vinu, sunamu la chitarra, e cantamu 'na pocu canzuni. Aiu 'na vita bona." the Sicilian responds, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife in the afternoon. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"E doppu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "And after that?"
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Palermo, Rome, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"E quantu tempu ci bisogna pir fari tuttu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "How long would that take to do all that?"
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"Vinti cinc'anni! E doppu?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Miliuni? Davveru? E doppu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "Millions? Really? And after that?"
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
The Sicilian fisherman laughed and walked away carrying his fish home.
The moral of the story: Sali metticini in 'na visazza, conzala as you want and always Cucuzza.
