The scene was Naples, but a Naples that few would recognize. The cafes, the hotels and the markets were eerily quiet and empty. For infection-wary prostitutes, it was never on weekdays as well as Sundays. Sullen crowds milled in the streets, and people eyed each other with suspicion. A placard outside the Zi' Teresa restaurant closed by a strike, although there were no customers to speak of anyway explained the city's unsettled mood. CHOLERA BROUGHT us TO OUR KNEES, it read, NOW WE ARE WAITING FOR THE COUP DE GRACE....
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