Don't come to Italy for holidays.

There are not ticket offices, whatever, you jump on the bus, back from the seaside, you dont have the ticket. You ask the driver.
-Can we buy it here?
-Where are you going?
-Venice.
Esitation.
-You can buy it later, don't worry.
-Thanks.
You get to a bus station were the bus stops for some minutes, you can buy the ticket. Getting back on the bus you see there's a new driver. The bus moves, thoughts on your mind.
Another bus station, the doors open, a black woman gets on.
-To Venice?
-To Venice.
The doors close.
-Can i buy the ticket here?
Esitation, disappointed esitation.
The doors open again.
-You can't buy ticktes on the bus, get off.
She indicates the building out of the window. On the door: CLOSED. They are on holiday. She gently says:
-The ticket office is closed.
-You can't travel without ticket, get off the bus.
-I could not buy it. It was closed. Why can't I buy it here?
-Get off.
The black woman gets off the bus, she can't do anything, the doors close again. You blood boils into your veins, you kind of understand why people kill people. But neither you can do anything, now.

Don't come to Italy for holidays.
Don't come to Italy at all.