“Before I am married, there is this woman. Sometimes I live with her, sometimes I do not. She is too married. She does not have a husband – or a wife – but she is too married. She lives in Milano. She comes to live with me when she find out I am in Florence, and we have a story. I go to Paris or to Rome or to London, and the story is finished – until we have another story. But she phone me and say, ‘Avio, I have a bad feeling’. I say, ‘What is this bad feeling?’ She say, ‘What have you done?’ I say, ‘What do you mean, what have I done?” She say, ‘I have a bad feeling’.”