“Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean...”

Returning back from Verona, I discover that I do not have my camera, though I know the exact location on the train where it must have fallen out. However, I am stonewalled by the Tiburtina customer assistance attendant, who refused to respond to my Italian or to what I had someone write out lest my pronunciation mangled the conditional. Despite the ticket office, the luggage department, the station’s bookstore, the Ostiense ticket office, and the trenitalia help line all sending me exactly to him, and despite him working in customer assistance, he would not take my request, nor even give me the office’s phone number.

At least I can take pride in bookstore workers internationally being overly nice and helpful.
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Today’s word: Odio