No rules on the Arrow-IO

This article is published in number 5 of Vanity Fair on newsstands until February 2, 2021

For proven work needs, I discovered the existence of a new means of transport: the FrecciaIO. I have met people who live on another planet, where the only thing that matters is “ME”. These little I’s are acting weird. They sit in seats evidently branded in red where it says “Forbidden to sit”, they wear strange covering masks, they gather in the corridors for curious business meetings, occupying with their backs the view of who is sitting, for example, at the seat 17d; if you ask them, politely, to move to keep the meter away, they snort and say strange words, like: “Psikopatikakepallemagarikuratitu”.
These little IOs eat food contained in paper bags, useful for disposing of the poor remains of “Focaccella al rosemary” that are actually eaten, so as to leave the seat full of crumbs and spittle flavored with fruit juice, ready for the next lucky one passenger. The controllers on the «FrecciaIO» are there but (some, not all) smile at their IO friends. Avoid asking them to enforce the few rules of the world of “We”, because they will raise their arms and eyes to heaven, perhaps to say without saying: “Psikopatikakepallemagarikuratitu” to that of the place 17d.

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