“𝘕𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘪. 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰. 𝘏𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰. 𝘝𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘶𝘰𝘮𝘰. 𝘐𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢. 𝘔𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦 è 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰. 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰. È 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵à. 𝘏𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘰 (𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘦) 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘰, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦 𝘭’𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘴𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢. 𝘏𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘰; 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵à 𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪 è 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘔𝘪 𝘩𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 è 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭’𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢, 𝘱𝘪ù 𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢.”