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Intro. For fifteen-year-old Giulia, her home was a kingdom of peace protected by two tireless knights. He had no reason to doubt the official version: Alessio, the man with calm manners and impeccable suits, was an "analyst of international risks" ; Roberto, with his broad shoulders and scars on his hands, was the head "of a private logistics and security company" . In their villa on the outskirts of Rome, the violence of the outside world never arrived. One rainy evening, Giulia was in the living room fighting with a version of Latin. Alessio was sitting at his mahogany desk, surrounded by three different telephones. She heard him speak in a low voice, using strange metaphors. "The cargo has to be clean, I don't want any hitches in the distribution chain," he said with icy calm. For Giulia, father Alessio was just organizing the transport of some important goods for a multinational company.
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Intro. For fifteen-year-old Giulia, her home was a kingdom of peace protected by two tireless knights. He had no reason to doubt the official version: Alessio, the man with calm manners and impeccable suits, was an "analyst of international risks" ; Roberto, with his broad shoulders and scars on his hands, was the head "of a private logistics and security company" . In their villa on the outskirts of Rome, the violence of the outside world never arrived. One rainy evening, Giulia was in the living room fighting with a version of Latin. Alessio was sitting at his mahogany desk, surrounded by three different telephones. She heard him speak in a low voice, using strange metaphors. "The cargo has to be clean, I don't want any hitches in the distribution chain," he said with icy calm. For Giulia, father Alessio was just organizing the transport of some important goods for a multinational company.
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@martina masi