The train was slowing down and we were preparing to get off. Eight looked around us in the draughty compartment by the door, studying this and that, his gaze snagging on a framed notice warning people to keep an eye on their luggage. It was a picture of a thief making off with a suitcase, its rightful owner in hot pursuit.
“Why do ladri wear those costumes?” he asked.
“What? Oh. Robbers? Why do robbers wear those masks?”
“Yes. They’re so stupid! They look even more suspicious that way!”
Still in Italy 