In Italy, one of the signs that you are ‘getting too close’ or ‘are stepping on toes’ is the old anonymous letter with a bullet in it. Stories of such happenings, whilst not common, do crop up in the news here from time to time.
So far, this blogger, who ‘translates’ Italian news into English, has not attracted unwanted attention, and, I’m pleased to say, no bullets have been mailed to me in the form of a dire warning as to the consequences of continuing my actions.
Yes, I guess writing this makes me a little paranoid, but things such as this do happen here, and what I write about may not be appreciated in some circles, possibly. However, the fact that I’m writing about this means that the thought has crossed my mind. I examined some related issues in an post entitled ‘The Dangerous Heart of Italy‘ a while back.
Don’t worry though, nothing has happened to make me worried!
If, though, you find that Blog from Italy suddenly stops, or it looks as though little old me is not behind things, well, you may have an idea as to what has happened!
Just call me ‘danger blogger’, not.
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Ok, but a bullet isn’t as smelly as a fish in the mail, is it? haha
You have to weigh things out. Bullet..fish..bullet? fish?
Maybe they’ll go Marlon Brando style: horse head in your bed
@Maryann – I’ll go for the smelly fish. A slapping with a fish is preferable to being shot!
@Cristian – funny you should mention the horses head – I read about such an incident in the news quite recently. At least the bullet would not make a mess all over the bed!
PS I’ve just checked the post – no bullets today!
All the best to both of you,
Alex
I’ve heard (or was it just in the Sopranos?) that a sheep’s head is common. Even worse, I should have thought?
Hi Andy,
I do remember hearing about sheep’s heads somewhere too!
It probably depends on the predominance of sheep in the area in which you have stepped on toes, I guess!
I imagine the Yorkshire Dales Mafia may have a penchant for sheep’s heads! Lots of sheep in the Dales!
Cheers,
Alex