La Posta

I figured out today first hand why the Italian postal system is so messed up. So I'm walking home, already on my street, and the postman waves me over and asks if I live at number 20. I say yes. He says, great, because I just went there and no one opened the door for me...would you mind taking these two letters and dropping them in their respective mailboxes? So I proceed to take and deposit two apartment's bills in their boxes! How illegal is that? Anyways, he told me he'd give me a stipend, so I guess it's ok. Don't be surprised if I don't get your letters. : / Oh, Italy.