It's about 6 pm, a cold evening, from the window of his office Angelo Jacopetti scrutinizes carefully, the lively movement of those who, given the time, are preparing to return home, after a long day of work, in a Rome lively, nocturnal, pungent due to the low temperature, full of pulsating lights and people, he actually observes them with the envy dictated by the impossibility of doing the same, since an important official of the Ministry of the...