Il Mio Numero È Stampato su un Manifesto Elettorale

Palermo plumber Salvatore Marino wakes to fifty-three strangers wanting to discuss regional policy at him before seven in the morning — after a political party accidentally prints his mobile number on three thousand campaign posters across the city — and the emergency group chat he fires off to his wife and a panicking party intern spirals from outrage to absurdity to something almost sweet.