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Back up to date. The snow didn't arrive yet. Writing to Italian estate agents, thanking them, explaining why this one does and this one doesn't.

The highlight of the trip was meeting a guy from a small agency in the Bologna hills. He just couldn't stop talking. And he did that very Italian - or maybe Emilian  - thing of grabbing me by the elbow, holding me, to make his point.

He got into this whole riff on violence in Italy. He said, 'I tell people, I say look around, I look around. I don't see violence. I don't see Mafia. This is Emilia. I mean, we may talk a lot but we're not bloody dangerous.

Siamo chiacchierone ma mica siamo pericolosi.