Capra, Capretto

I myself was a shepherd when I was 13 or 14 years old. Just after the War, my father decided to buy a goat and keep it in a railway shed near the station. I was in charge of feeding the animal, which each day gave a couple of litres of milk -enough for the whole family. I certainly never wanted to eat Sisina (as she was called) and she was eventually sold when we couldn’t keep her any more. Although it was not the custom to keep goats in the North, my family always had them because my parents originally came from the South, where it was quite customary.