So, I went to Italy. And because of a series of late trains, I ended up spending 40 minutes in Fornovo -- where the promising pizza shop only had enough people in it to tell me it was closed -- instead of having a nice dinner in Parma. If the night train from Florence hadn't also been delayed, I wouldn't have been able to run across the station and hop aboard it.
So, everything turned out great. But, it's not clear how resonant that phrase "at least Mussolini made the trains run on time" is to the average Italian until you experience exactly how unreliable their train system is.
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