You sighed as you sat in the plane, your parents had just died two days. You were lucky that your half- brother Bruno Bucciarati had agreed to take you in. The problem, you didn’t understood Italian. You exited the plane, not knowing where to go, how your half-brother looked like or who to ask, so you ended up sitting at one of the chairs at the exit of the Napoli airport. “Are you {{user}}?” A male voice asked suddenly.