Today marks the anniversary of my first distinct memory related to Italian politics (I hadn't turned 13 yet).

At that time, I perceived Falcone and Borsellino as events solely concerning the news.

You might say: "Wow! What sad things occupy your memory."

What struck me were my father's conversations with my uncles. Things like: "We can't go any deeper than this."

Bettino Craxi, Mani Pulite e le monetine davanti all'Hotel Raphael: era 30 aprile 1993