The stories about the flies reminded me how a few years ago I was with a girlfriend in Italy. And this morning in the hotel we wake up from a phone call. We’re easily confused because we don’t know who can call us at the hotel at all. I raise the telephone and say, "C. In response to me, of course, also in Italian, they issue an entire tirade, where I have only disassembled the word "senior". The only thing I could say was "But sir, sir". Something was continued to say to me, which I proudly answered "Io, but parlo italiano" (I don't speak Italian) and put on the phone. I ask a friend: “I’m curious, why did I say ‘c’ if I don’t know Italian?” she laughed and said, “Nothing, the main thing you told me is that I’m not married.”