I'll be careful then
Nov. 15th, 2015 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinueRight, so despite my last post about how I'm perfectly safe, I'm maybe about to jump into the teeth of the beast, because early in the morning I catch a bus to Naples. I've never been there, and it might be perfectly nice. However, it has repeatedly been described to me as a wretched hive of scum and villany, one of the most dangerous cities in Europe. Now, I've been to several of the other most dangerous cities in Europe, not to mention a lot of reputedly rough U.S. neighborhoods, and had a perfectly pleasant time. But it is definitely the headquarters of the Camorra, who are scummy villains. (Fact.) Imagine all the horrors of Florida compressed to a single point, and this is my probably innacurate idea of Naples.
However, I have to go there to swear an affadavit in front of an American consular officer and a giant American flag. I'm not being cute with that last part: it is legally required that I stand in front of and look solemnly at this American flag while I sign the document, to drive home to me that I am representing the honor of America. Normally, I would go to Rome to do this, but it's pretty urgent and Naples had an earlier slot available. Because who wants to go to Naples?
Hopefully I'll have a great time and drink some good coffee and walk by some Caravaggios. More likely, I'll be exhausted from a long early-morning bus ride, I'll wait in line at a consulate that's on heightened terrorist alert and therefore heavily armed and eager to yell at me (not that I'm a terrorist, but I'm there and maybe late because maybe my bus was late), and then I'll get back on a bus. But maybe, just maybe, things will go badly sideways. In which case my last words are probably whatever editorial note I make before I go to bed. Documents/Sharon Edit. In honor of my memory, please kill as many mosquitoes as possible.
However, I have to go there to swear an affadavit in front of an American consular officer and a giant American flag. I'm not being cute with that last part: it is legally required that I stand in front of and look solemnly at this American flag while I sign the document, to drive home to me that I am representing the honor of America. Normally, I would go to Rome to do this, but it's pretty urgent and Naples had an earlier slot available. Because who wants to go to Naples?
Hopefully I'll have a great time and drink some good coffee and walk by some Caravaggios. More likely, I'll be exhausted from a long early-morning bus ride, I'll wait in line at a consulate that's on heightened terrorist alert and therefore heavily armed and eager to yell at me (not that I'm a terrorist, but I'm there and maybe late because maybe my bus was late), and then I'll get back on a bus. But maybe, just maybe, things will go badly sideways. In which case my last words are probably whatever editorial note I make before I go to bed. Documents/Sharon Edit. In honor of my memory, please kill as many mosquitoes as possible.
