XXII
It was 1939. Totò was discharged and worked in the factory. Things, though, seemed to be going wrong. Problems and disappointments from everywhere. Totò used to spend his days in the office, until evening. His father left him a letter on the desk, recommending he read with attention. It was time to decide. Once he read the content, he rested himself on the armchair. Someone knocked at the door.
“Sir, the workers have left, and the night shift has just begun.”
“Then why do you call me sir if no one can hear you?”
“Sorry, Totò. I always forget,” said Nino Ventura.
“Why do you insist? Everybody knows we're friends.”
“Believe me. It’s better this way. Respect is important and it is good to keep the hierarchy in the company. And because of the ignorance that prevails among our employ
