Neapolitans in Milan Page #2

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After all, it's progress.

We can't stop it!

And you should know that.

What? The progress?

So look at this!

Hey, you've seen the progress?

- No, we never saw anything!

Sir, we never saw the progress, us.

Once it gets here, we'll leave.

For now, since it's not here yet,

you leave, and now!

So you say.

- No no no...

So says the Code.

Here is the Code that... how's it said...

Behold, here it states clearly.

The execution of eviction, etc. etc.

must be notified by a representative

of the Public Security Bureau

of the district,

in the presence of both parties.

But this is not the Code!

- I know. He took the Orlando Furioso!

So this article doesn't exist.

- It does. You can check,

for I know the Code by heart!

This is how you handle your dwellers?

- He's not a dweller,

this is my adopted son, I do whatever

I please. Get away, go to the shop!

So, Don Salvatore, see you tomorrow.

And as required by the Code.

Perfectly!

Here G. Garibaldi lived

serene hours during

his heroic stay in Naples.

Sept. 7- 19, 1860

Neapolitans!

Finally, your wish has been realized!

The home!

The true home, where Garibaldi sojourned,

is about to become a national monument!

What can I say?

Don Salvatore has duly reported

to the monuments department.

So the Commissioner gave order to suspend.

But you don't see

they fish in troubled waters?

Now, to lose more time,

they pull out even Garibaldi!

Sivieri, let's start anyway,

knock in the pegs!

And if it's truly a monument?

Were it outside the perimeter...

A factory with Garibaldi's house

in the middle? - Well, we'll see!

Will you get out of the way?

- Hurray Garibaldi! - Stop it!

Go away, Nannina!

- So?

So it's best waiting 2 or 3 days.

The Department will check

documentation and evidence.

Well, news?

I got a call from Milan.

No dice:
dislodge them and start now.

And this?

- Same thing, but they put it in writing.

Registered letter with return receipt.

- Better. Keep it, may come in handy.

Mr. Parenti? - The gentleman.

- It's me. - I'm from the Prefecture.

His Excellency the Prefect sent a car

and is awaiting you. - Very kind.

Go to the site and wait.

Keep the workers ready

and avoid any incident.

Good morning. - Mr. Parenti is awaited

by Mr. Prefect. - Very well.

Hello?

Mr. Parenti.

Alright!

This way.

Please do go in, Sir.

Up, up! Up!

Come on, come on!

More, more! Higher!

But... but what're you doing?

But... let me down!

I'll report you!

You reckless wretches! Let me down!

This is a kidnapping, you realize it?

I will send you to jail!

Yes! I will send you all to jail!

Without mercy, got it?

Goodbye mister, there's no danger!

Under the seat we put food and water.

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