Man, what a day! I swear, being a prison warden in Verano-Brianza is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. You think you’re in for a chill ride, then BAM! You’re upside down, screaming your lungs out.
So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be a good day.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m chugging it down, feeling like a champ. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, huh?
I get to the prison, and it’s already buzzing. The guards are all like, “Warden! You won’t believe what happened!” I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, some dude tried to escape. Like, really? In Verano-Brianza? You’d think they’d know better. I mean, we’re not exactly in the middle of nowhere. The streets are packed, and the last thing you want is to be running around like a headless chicken on Via Garibaldi.
So, I’m running around, trying to keep my cool. I’m mad, but also kinda impressed. I mean, who has the guts to try that? I get to the yard, and there’s this whole scene. Guards are chasing this guy, and he’s zigzagging like he’s in a video game. I’m yelling, “Stop! You’re gonna get yourself hurt!” But he’s not listening.
Finally, they catch him near the old church on Piazza della Libertà. I’m standing there, hands on my hips, like some kind of superhero. I’m thinking, “What’s next? A prison break during a pizza delivery?”
After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by Via Manzoni. It’s nice there, you know? Kids are playing, old folks are feeding pigeons. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I see this kid with a soccer ball. He kicks it, and it goes straight into a fountain. I can’t help but laugh. Like, come on, kid!
Then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s all serious, asking about the escape. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We got it under control.” But he’s not having it. He wants a full report. Ugh, the joys of being a warden.
Later, I head back to the prison. I’m still fuming, but then I see some of the inmates playing cards. They’re laughing, having a good time. It’s weird, right? Here I am, all stressed, and they’re just chilling. I can’t help but think, “Maybe I should join them.”
As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I walk home through the streets of Verano-Brianza, reflecting on the day. The sun’s setting, casting this golden glow over everything. It’s beautiful, really. I pass by the bakery on Via Cavour, and the smell of fresh bread hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a loaf. Best decision ever.
Finally, I get home, plop on the couch, and think about the day. It was wild, emotional, and full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Verano-Brianza, you crazy little town, you keep me on my toes!