It is a Sunday morning in the middle of summer and at Barlume it is time for brunch. Tiziana juggles between table service and the counter, while the old men, all present, enjoy being
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It is a Sunday morning in the middle of summer and at Barlume it is time for brunch. Tiziana juggles between table service and the counter, while the old men, all present, enjoy being young by taking selfies. And Maximus? Massimo has found his umpteenth sacrificial victim to tell how an enchanted record, like the story of the last murder that took place in Pineta, has something that doesn't add up too much. In short, everything would make one think of a normal Sunday morning at Barlume if it weren't for the cry of a Russian who downed a Cuba Libre at eleven in the morning and who, falling to the ground, never gets up again.
