PARTY IN THE VILLA
28 May 2010
Seven in the evening on a quiet Friday in late May. I had finished giving the last instructions to the babysitter, a young university student, who apparently knew everything except how to deal with children, while Stefano was getting the car out of the garage, a shiny grey metallic color Class E Mercedes sedan.
When I heard the horn, I quickly said goodbye to the girl and ran down into the courtyard.
"These social events are something I hate," Stefano said, focused on driving. "Like I hate this car, which is supposed to represent the status symbol of a certain social class, made up of professionals and small entrepreneurs, who have to appear in society rather than be appreciated for how they carry out their job. Even if I belong to the same category, you
