My neighbour’s boy, still waiting on his *permesso* renewal after seven months, came by yesterday to borrow my soldering iron—he’s trying to fix an old radio for his mother. I told him, *“Spider-Man can swing from skyscrapers, but he can’t get you an appointment at the questura.”* He laughed, but it’s the kind of joke that sits heavy in the room afterwards, like the mist over the hills when the rain won't break.
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