Vinicio Riva (53) is the man with a bunch of grapes for a
face. Really they are fibrous growths; and not only on his face but all over
his body – on his hands, in his hair, everyblinkin’where. It’s his face which
commands attention, however. So many globules you’d swear it was painted on: an
artists’ jape; a juicy mash-up of still life and life drawing.
The Pope, it seems, was drawn immediately to him. Came straight over and kissed and hugged him like a long lost friend. Because we are all friends of the Holy Father, yes? We can expect nothing less. Or is it a case of one freak recognising the other? Feeling the kindred spirit – the spirit of loneliness which lives in the papal garb as much as Vinicio’s disfigurement.
What is that
growing on your face, your Holiness?
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