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Frankly he didn’t know where to look anymore. His quest seemed to have last for centuries and still he had found no answer. Not that it was an easy one off course, trying to find track of your father with only the slitest description of a sinile mom. The only clues she had left him were useless: “he was a great kisser and had curly hair” Just as useless as the things his father left him before he vanished: some stupid island and an awefull name on top of that. The bastard most have thought it was quite a joke naming him Sicilia. “sissy?” Yeah really funny, and not a drop of wine in that fucked up place as well to drown his sorrow. Sicilia made a vow to kill the bastard who gave him that awefull name.
He wanted to travel abroad and was hoping to enjoy a well earned holiday with Croatia.
Croatia declined because of preparations for the upcoming soccermath. Just a laim excuse to pick a fight with his lost brothers, off course, but that’s a different story. A bit annoyed Sicilia sailed to Spain instead. After spending some time at Valencia drinking wine and speaking with the local Cosa Nostra, 2 barely dressed girls asked for a lift to a town nearby by the name of Buñol. There seemed to be some kind of festival there. Sicilia was all too eager to bring them in his Lamborghini offcourse.