Cimici e bromuro

Many of you didn’t do military service, and you missed out on an unforgettable experience.
There was this guy, above my bunk, who stretched his arm across and threw himself backwards, dislocating his left shoulder, just to get discharged: and he was a fascist! Only, that bunk had just that one escape route.
Another one, short on heroin, injected himself with a dose of Cabernet.
Not to mention the guy in the kitchen who jerked off onto the pizza meant for the officers' mess, and they even asked for seconds!
And then, again, when we rookies—who had to learn to handle the tray—were made to do "The Shark," meaning we were used like a rag to clean the floors.

It was fun, apart from three or four suicides.

Sergio, here, in this extraordinary album that tells those years like no one else, is unforgettable.

"The worst seems to be over"

That’s not how it went: we all know it. congedare: