We are in Naples -the city of opera where reality is often confused with the fictional, we are in 1931 and his triumph -Mussolini party on all points- while a March evening in the first of two operas (Rusticana and Pagliacci Cavalliera) in this temple of lyric poetry that is the San Carlo and undrinkable the brilliant tenor Arnaldo Vezzi ("A sinister character, terrible, a concentrate of everything you could find worse in mankind. Gifted with an incomparable talent and fascination that results. (...) ") throat cut was found bathed in blood face a broken mirror in his dressing room ... comes in the Commissioner Ricciardi -a baron hiding And his fortune and his obtuse and effective title-, hard worker who sits once the culprit behind bars, we must remember that only 30 years old so his attitudes are those of an old man, but it is provided with a sixth sense that exhausts (I'll let you discover what) that will untangle the tangled although this investigation zigzagging with intuition and talent between its upper and spineless caudataire (Vezzi was the favorite tenor of the Duce and knowledge of it), his faithful sergeant, an opera enthusiast priest who guide him in this particular world -lui knows nothing! -.... victim is infects a person who asked for it what happened to him and where everyone could have been good but the culprit or culprits will be found by our cold but so human Commissioner because anyway a victim remains a victim!
"He knew he would cross in the path between the Piazza Dante and Piazza del Plebiscito, an invisible border between two distinct realities: Downstream, the richest city of the nobility and bourgeoisie, culture and law . Upstream, the neighborhoods in which another system of laws and standards in force, equally or even more rigid. The city satiated and famished city, the city of festivals and of despair. (...) "
