"Young Jesus."
(Halloween, otherwise, is rather unremarkable in Naples. Sure, there are bands of kids in weird outfits walking into businesses or up to pedestrians and asking for free goods - "treat" - with the threat - "trick" - of violence or mayhem. But that is, after all, what they call a "daily problem" or "the informal economy" here. It's as year-round as the fire-crackers, which are, for the record, as daily as bread. Were one to record every small explosion across the city in real-time and stream them together, the sound of days would be that of a rusty gatling gun, rumbling on from dawn to dusk and back again.)
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