It must be in the air. Or in the water. Or both. If great minds think alike, more and more one discovers that small, tiny minds do it too. Even if they are separated by an ocean. Poor people all over the planet are really struggling! This guy should give a call to his fellow Italian, even though my demon tells me that they could have hard time understanding one another, language-wise. I can’t think of a more poisonous drink than a tea prepared with water from the mythic Po river.