Saturday, October 20, 2012

A summons

Mio marito and the owner of the bar-next-door both received a summons from the carabinieri to attend an interview. They worked out it was regarding one of our customers. This guy appears to be innocent at all times, but if there is ever any trouble, he is there at the heart of it at 4am - 'breaking up the fight'. Yes, he is our coked up peace-maker. His car was burnt out last week and the carabinieri are trying to get to the bottom of it. When asked what nocturnal habits he had, he gave the name of our locale as a good establishment, hoping to make a good impression on the carabinieri... At the interview mio marito and the next-door-bar-owner were asked the same questions, separately. Did they know any people from X (mafia-ridden town 10km down the road)? Did they know any people from Y (Dodgy mountain village) ... And then they had to examine some photos of dodgy men. The policeman asked if they were ever asked for a pizzo - bribe -money - since his theory was that the guy's car was burned out because of a refusal to pay bribe money, as if he was our protector ... Luckily, they were able to answer in the negative to everything. My husband didn't know whether to be amused or disgusted at having to partake in such an interview ...

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