Antonio from Milano. He said he wanted to introduce me to a friend and then took me to this crucifix.

She's the girlfriend of a famous heroin addict from the Ponte Sisto crowd, I'd usually see her hanging out under the Giordano Bruno statue in Campo de' Fiori. I was never able to talk extensively with her, she seemed to always be heavily drugged.

I usually see this guy riding around the buses late at night, always in the last row. He's very unapproachable though this time I found him under a sort of mystic trance, staring up at the cupola in St. Peter's square.

Palermo, Sicily.

If you pass by the Feltrinelli in Largo Argentina you''re likely to see him sitting there, though the puppy's now grown old.

Lorenzo Niccolino Muhamed, that's how he introduced himself when he asked me for a cigarette. He said he used to be an architect in Somalia until it all went to shit with the civil war. He escaped to London but didn't stay because they didn't sell liquor in the morning, so he toured Spain and Italy, playing excellent flamenco guitar. Lorenzo switched flawlessly from English to Spanish and Italian, knew the south of Italy better than anyone.

This guy's a right-wing nut who hangs around Piazza Venezia. During election times he goes out with a megaphone inciting people to vote for Berlusconi and to kick the communists out of Italy. He also hands out free newspapers to anyone passing by and sold flags during the last Eurocup.