An insurance office offered me the opportunity to listen to a conversation between a policeman and a representative of blocks association. The policeman, in civil clothes, and wooden tongue, was inquiring about a long people in the area whose identity cards were expired. A conclusion aroused, there are a lot of young people abroad. England and Italy seem to have the lion share. No wonder my town seems desert sometimes. I remember my mother telling me about her young years, when the main street filled with young people in the evening. They used to meet up and walk from one end to another, looking for fun and love as all young people. I see something similar, at a smaller level, in the summer, when some of the "departed" come to brag with their acquisitions. Of course, only the year-long inhabitants walk on the sidewalks. The others must exhibit their Hummers, Jeeps, convertibles while whistling at the girls and playing music as loud as possible.
The rest of the year, the majority of the population on the streets is middle aged (1/4) and retired (3/4). The clubs are filled every night by high-schoolers and once in a while groups of students and 30-something friends.
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