On 21 September is the beginning of autumn. On 21 September, in many regions of Italy, there was the reopening of schools. On 21 September, in most of Italy, it rained. So we put together all these things, what jumps out? A rate of urban crime increased by 72%.
The first day of school for a child of primary school is a stage so important that a parent can not be missed ..... that both parents can not categorically be missed ... two for the price of an SUV. Multiplied by about 15 children in class 30 are SUVs, which multiplied by at least 4 sections makes all the General Motors. 
SUVs, these strange beings urban four wheels are always in the front row at the gate of entry, so that even the teachers have to skip breakfast in order to infiltrate between them and reach the goal. And why are there in front of mica come soon ... oh no, the first day of school is a special exemption and the start time of classes is quite anarchist. Are the ordinary mortals, the Panda, the seventeenth century, the Fiesta ... that put the school in the Bronx at 6, all with their muzzles facing the nearest exit, because they have 32 seconds from the bell to start the three "B" (boy, kiss, and donut) in the class and splash to work which can not be late for half a minute, if not you play the half-hour job. The Suvviane, fresh, Jean Louis David, in front because there are literally climbing over the wall of cars that borders the school playground, and park perfectly in L, or S, or right angle, or bone of mouflon ... in a parking lot in a herringbone pattern.
But then I do not feel ready to give the whole colpa alle proprietarie dei Suv. Prendiamo Fisichella. Anche lui ha ammesso che guidare la Ferrari gli ha dato problemi proprio per la difficoltà di abituarsi al volante, troppo complicato rispetto alla sua precedente scuderia. E alle donne, che sono un po' tutte delle Fisichelline, gli vengono dati in mano questi... MOSTRI, con tutti sti bottoni sopra.. e come diavolo fanno a fare tutto per bene?
Come fanno ad abbassare il volume della radio, mettere la freccia per entrare nel parcheggio -con il bip bip delle cinture di sicurezza che martella i timpani- mettere la retro, guardare negli specchietti che nel frattempo si sono direzionati tipo strabismo di Venere mentre si cercava il tasto del volume, evitare il fumo della sigaretta negli occhi, rispondere already on the phone that rings at 8 am like that of a FedEx customer service, change the station because the volume key is not found and Virgin Radio in the early morning may be compromising, pay the parking sensor (beep.. beep. . beep.beep.beep. beeeeeeep bebebebebebebebebebbebbebebbebbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppp ... ... aaa 'bbelli hair! Nun gets to see you' n Zompo sur sidewalk? Feeermateeeeeee!), check the wiper crystals fired at supersonic speed, and bear the child Rending throwing screaming because they forgot the charger at home of its new LG?? I mean, can you think? So we try to understand them, try to meet these martyrs, and perhaps inadvertently before joining the key to our door compact car with the shiny black monster that brings us out of the gate of the house to go to work, think about it a minute ... then let's do it as fast as we are already late.
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