From rest home to condominium... After "Our Home" (Casa Nostra) I endeavored to use the same work method on an analogous but different setting and so from the rest home I moved on to a condominium, another island well-suited to become a theater of minor events and "underwhelming" vicissitudes, rife with fixations and neuroses marking days full of pause and suspension.

The strips contain repetitive situations, like running gags, that further underscore the monotony of everyday life... There's hardly ever a change in the news issuing from the radio alarm clock that daily awakens Felice, the building's caretaker, nor is their much change in the persecuting sob-story complaints of an old signora... The poor caretaker copes the best he can with the contradictory expectations of the ever-demanding tenants. He lives and operates defensively, but the taunting rhymes of the children and the errant soccer balls eventually give him nightmares... the nightmares of a building SUPERINTENDANT haunted by the word "SUPERINTENDANT" over his door, a ceaseless and merciless reminder that for all the others the job alone is the full extent of his only identity.