Silvio, Is That You? A Neighborhood In Naples Mourns A VIP
A case of mistaken identity for our Naples-based psychiatrist, in the wake of Silvio Berlusconi's passing.
Berlusconi graffiti in Merano, Italy.
Patrizia arrives for her appointment in a frenzy.
"Dottoré, it's too painful. Why did he have to die like this."
"Signora, unfortunately there's no good way to die. If you're religious, you can always pray for him!"
"But what am I supposed to do now? He's been like family to us for the past 20 years. Whatever we needed, I'd call him and he'd get it done!"
"Signora, here we go again with your delusions. Do you mean to tell me that all this time, you had Silvio Berlusconi's phone number, and that he'd respond to whatever you needed?"
"Dottoré, who the hell is talking about Berlusconi — the whole neighborhood was rejoicing about that yesterday! No, my butcher Don Gaetano has died! Where am I supposed to go shopping now?"
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