Man, what a day! I swear, being a bailiff in Marcianise is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. You think you know what’s coming, but then BAM! You’re upside down, screaming your lungs out.
So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 6 AM, and I’m already regretting my life choices. I grab a quick espresso from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, he’s a legend. Always got a joke ready. “Hey, you look like you need a double shot!” he says. I’m like, “Nah, just need a miracle.”
Anyway, I hit the streets. Marcianise is buzzing. The sun’s shining, but it’s that weird mix of hot and cool. You can smell the fresh bread from the bakery on Via Napoli. I mean, who can resist that? Not me! I grab a cornetto, and I’m feeling good.
But then, I get a call. My boss is like, “We got a situation at the old quarry.” My heart sinks. The quarry? Seriously? That place is a disaster waiting to happen. I hop on my scooter and zoom over.
As I’m riding down Via San Giuseppe, I’m dodging potholes like I’m in a video game. I swear, if I hit one more, I’m gonna lose my mind. Finally, I get to the quarry, and it’s chaos. There’s a crowd, people yelling, and I’m just standing there like, “What the heck is going on?”
Turns out, some guys were trying to illegally mine. Like, are you kidding me? In broad daylight? I’m fuming. I step in, trying to keep my cool. “Hey, fellas, this ain’t how we do things in Marcianise!” They look at me like I’m speaking Martian.
One dude, he’s got dirt all over him, looks like he just crawled outta a hole. He’s like, “We’re just trying to make a living!” I’m like, “Bro, there are laws for a reason!” But he’s not having it. We go back and forth, and I’m just about ready to lose it.
Then, outta nowhere, this old lady from the neighborhood shows up. She’s waving her cane like a sword. “You kids get off my lawn!” I’m cracking up. She’s got more fire than half the guys there. The crowd starts laughing, and suddenly, the tension breaks.
I take a deep breath. “Alright, listen up! We can’t have this. You wanna mine? Do it the right way. Get permits, follow the rules.” They grumble, but I can see they’re thinking.
After a while, they agree to back off. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, I notice my phone buzzing. It’s my buddy Luca. “Dude, you gotta see this!” He sends me a video of a cat stuck in a tree on Via Roma. I can’t help but laugh.
So, I wrap things up at the quarry, and I’m heading back. I stop by that gelato place on Via Garibaldi. You know the one? Best gelato in town! I grab a scoop of pistachio, and I’m just chillin’.
But wait, the day’s not over yet. I get a call from my boss again. “We need you at the town hall.” I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
I get there, and it’s packed. Turns out, they’re discussing some new mining regulations. I’m sitting there, half-listening, half-daydreaming about that gelato. Then, they call me up to speak. What? Me?
I’m standing there, and I just go for it. “Listen, folks, we gotta keep Marcianise safe. We love our town, right?” I’m rambling, but people are nodding. I’m feeling it.
Finally, I wrap it up, and everyone claps. I’m like, “Wow, did I just become a local hero?”
I head home, exhausted but happy. Marcianise, man. It’s wild, it’s crazy, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.