What do I do, you ask? I’m a driver. Club managers in Rome pay me to get rid of drunk teens, lest their places get shut down. So I pick them up and take them home. It’s a good job, and, with the Summer break coming up, they’re going to drink like fish! What happened, though, is that my dumb sister rang me up from Sicily after years. With that annoying shrill voice, she started complaining she needed a holiday, and I had to mind the old folks for her. Can you believe it? Going back home to care for the same tyrants who ruined my teenage years by bossing me around all the time? Telling me what to do, what to eat, who to see? My sworn enemies are now old and weak, and need me. The great paradox of Nature is to become your parents’ parent. There’s no way I’m doing that. And yet, on a second thought, I said to myself: “This may finally be a chance for revenge.” And that’s where the fun began.