“Dottoré, they stole my cell phone!” “I’m sorry to hear that — what happened?” “I was talking on the phone, then some jerk rode by on his moped and snatched it from me.” “Was it scary? How do you feel now?” “I’m fine, but all I do is think about what that piece of sh*t is up to now. Maybe he fell down as he was running away and broke his thigh, or maybe the police stopped him and beat him up. Dottoré, I can’t wish him dead — but I hope that the 30 euros he must have made from selling my phone, he’ll have to use them on buying medication! Does this make me a bad person?” “No Antonietta, it make…