When he set up his little republic in the mountains of the Italian peninsula in the 4th century, Saint Marinus can’t have foreseen what it would be getting into 1,700 years later. No, not being solidly beatean time after time on the international football field. I’m talking about being trapped in some large European city, with groups of people from around 35-40 other European countries, participating in a riotous cavalcade of quality song. He might have liked that until a certain German got in on the act. That happening must’ve left him spinning in his grave. So onto one of the Serene Republic’s entries not written by Herr Siegel. It’s from Senhit Zadik Zadik (so good they named her twice). Senit is 36 today.
Buon compleanno, Senit!