Present day, in a certain country in the world, you're chilling in your house, watching historical documentaries about fascist Italy, till you hear knocking on the door. You open the door, and coincidently, it's the guy whom you were watching documentaries about. How is he not dead? Wasn't he shot by the Italians after he got overthrown? That doesn't matter, because he's RIGHT in front of you now. In an unusually chill voice, he says: "Holà, let me in. I have nowhere else to stay in."