We enter the room, and the owner's words still echo in my ears: "Francesca, give me the keys to the wisteria room for the most beautiful woman in Rimini and her lucky man." That one, however, is her husband, and he points at me. My wife replies: "He's something else entirely," and he makes the sign of the horns... everyone laughs except the bull, who's too busy groping my wife... I want to react, but I don't have the strength. I stand there, embarrassed and ashamed, being laughed at.