“Dottoré, I’m being followed by the Polish! They don’t understand that when I’m out, I’m dizzy with my medication, they’ll end up running me over!”
“The Polish? Francé, where have you ever seen Polish people in Naples — and on top of that, why would they be following you?”
“I don’t know why, but I see them everywhere on the street. They follow me in their cars but also on their motorcycles, though they dress and talk just like us. But license plates don’t lie: PL stands for Poland. I looked it up myself!”
“Francé, there’s no persecution here. It’s just one of the many corners that Neapolitans try to cut. You register your vehicle to Polish companies, so you pay very little in tax and never even receive whatever fines you may get. You can calm down, everyone you see is 100% Neapolitan.”
“So, you’re telling me that if I get run over, it’s the Polish who will pay me back?”
“That’s the real problem, because if you get run over, no one will pay you at all!”
“Then, Dottoré, don’t you see I’m right to feel persecuted? Whether they’re Polish or Neapolitan, at the end of the day I’m the idiot that ends up dead!”
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