A big and heavy plate made of an ideal transparent and apparently light substance as glass.
My father got it from an acquaintance, whose name is probably half forgotten now.
But the plate keeps on having its place, in risky balance, on the top of a cupboard.
“It’s all hand made, from Murano island!
So big, so unique it is, oh!”
But I don’t know if anybody really likes it…
For years we had thought it might fall and cover the floor with icy multicoloured “confetti”.
Now we neglect the danger.
When it fell down (because it will), we’ll sudden remember
its presence.