One summer I was at the seaside when I felt some heavy implacable hands on my shoulders. Someone pushed me under the water. For one or two whole minutes I tried to get free without succeeding. After loads of useless efforts, full of anguish, I was about to resign myself to my destiny when just as in an enchantment, whoever wanted me dead, let go of me. I came up to the surface and saw him. I didn’t recognise him. He was laughing but when he looked at me he changed his expression. He said „Sorry – it was a joke. I thought you were my friend Alberto“. Captain Findus Letta is like that.