Looks like my film career is up shit creek with an outboard engine: this morning I found two award plates in my mailbox for my fecal poetry movie November double winning at the I corti sul lettino festival in Naples. Miglior Corto ('Best short') und Miglior Corto straniero (not quite sure what that means - either 'Best foreign short' or 'Best strange short'). Thanks to Mirna Campanella for the Italian transaltion!
Maybe stepping in dog poop does bring luck after all? Or is this just another one of my strange views of life?