A writer-type tells us who “will kill” the stracittadina of February 2: Gian Andrea Cerone signs a Rossoneri ending …
Commissioner Mario Mandelli advances quickly in the damp cold of Bovisa, humming a song by Jannacci in a low voice. What should I do? Arrange me alone? So I have to go to steal? And go to steal … eh, and then, eh and then … then it will still be beautiful, when you fall in love … if you told me first. An old lady who crosses him on the pedestrian crossings looks at him with the indifferent ignorance with which the crazy people who speak alone are looking at. Evidently he does not know that now the earphones have become almost invisible, just like crazy. The policeman arrives straight from work. He came out of the police headquarters around five, just before one tired on Friday he delivered Milan to the slow twilight of the weekend. Then he took the tram on the fly, selected a playlist and after twenty minutes of silent shocks he went down to Piazza Pompeo Castelli. From there to via Mantegazza it is a moment.