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No Caravan, poor thing.

Good, good... There's no point in telling someone who writes like you that before the unification of Italy, the Kingdom of Naples was the richest kingdom in Italy, whose coffers were emptied and taken entirely to Turin. It's also pointless to tell you that the Expedition of the Thousand was financed by the British, and if you know about the importance of the English in the hidden history of Naples and Sicily, you’ve already understood everything. And what’s the point of telling you that under Ferdinand I, accompanied by his wife Carolina, an Austrian Freemason, as well as Tanucci and San Severo, Naples was one of the major cultural centers in Europe, where people came from everywhere to learn and copy... and what’s the point of bringing up the opinions of Stendhal, Goethe, Pasolini, Malaparte, and all those brilliant minds who found Naples, rightly, to be a wonderful place because it was and is their home. Naples has never been populated by a "mass of lazzaroni"... NEVER. Naples has been and is the greatest cultural and human center that Italy, if there ever should exist a nation called Italy, possesses. Now, I don't know, it's up to you... if you want to keep going with nonsense, that's your problem, but you reason like a farmer from Kentucky. Educate yourself, wake up, be a Neapolitan. History exists, and it remains as it is. An 11,000-year-old city must necessarily be a city of lazzaroni, of lived people, and fortunately so... but above all, made up of beings who have nothing to thank a damn Freemason for, like Garibaldi, who tortured and killed along the Rio Grande because he was sentenced to death in Italy. Get informed about the famous "Quattro Giornate di Napoli" and you’ll discover that when the Neapolitans were kicking the Germans in the ass, the Americans were sunbathing somewhere else. Educate yourself; I'm saying this for your sake... so you won’t look like a lazzarone.

Mr. Music, you’re right and I’m right… it’s a matter of taste.

Well, if you happen to be around here, send me a message. A Peroni with a pizza goes perfectly... incredibly, huh :)

No, it's not deserted Carlo :) Great comment Caravan, we agree... it's a long and complex discussion, more suited for sitting around a table with a beer in hand than on a Debaser page, where tones and feelings get lost. But generally speaking, I agree with you, and as I see it, the only thing that matters is identity, and that identity is pretty strong. After all, in places where the whole world has come to do their own thing, to exploit, to plunder, and then vanish when the party is over, it can't be any other way. A strong identity beyond everything is always a good thing... a true identity, especially. Cheers!

The cultured individual, just like the common Neapolitan, was a servant to no one, so much so that they drove out the Germans and the rest on their own, long before the little farmer from Kentucky had come to rule over a damn thing. Nazi-Communist dump? Who writes your comments, Bondi or Boldi? You would do better to study a bit instead of wasting time writing nonsense. The Americans may have liberated Europe, but not Naples.

Finished with Bossanova, truly terrible... Trompe le Monde almost ridiculous. In London, they have four dates at the Brixton Academy, already all Sold Out. I wouldn't have gone anyway... and then soon the Dinosaur come, saving money for the best band from Massachusetts.

And I didn't know I was a slower, but I don't drink wine, boats make me nauseous, and exotic places give me acne. And anyway, never a restaurant... The waiters, quite rightly, spit in your plate.

Meridionalist I am too, of course, and quite convinced. Just one objection: "a city ready to let itself be conquered, in every sense, by the Americans." No one has ever conquered Naples, neither Napoleon nor Hitler, let alone some little farmer from Kentucky who until a month ago was only grazing cows. People rule over those who allow themselves to be ruled; here, in the consciousness, which is the only thing that matters, no one has ever ruled over anyone. Yesterday as today, and that's why I would never have wanted to be born anywhere else, and luckily I wasn’t. I’ll look for the book, not for the Jazz (Bleah!), but for the context. For the rest, beautiful page.