A Court, Politicians and A Suit Made of Bucciaratti.

Bruno Bucciaratti

I have a house with a very large yard, it's almost 2 thousand square meters. A lot of people are always wanting a part of it, but I'm always watching my ground.

For the sake of understanding, as you, the reader, are not necessarily otaku or have seen this anime, Bucciarati is a character from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure who's part of Italian Mafia.

Well, I was in court. A woman claimed that she needs to transpass my ground to have a safier way to get out her own house to work. Her house was apparently surrounded by slums, traffic, and darkness, and my land would help her and other residents have a safer way to reach the other side of the neighborhood. This way, they wanted to make a passage inside my garden.

I argued that it would make no difference because the robbers and murderers would enter the passage anyway to rob people. Besides, I would also be in danger because they would pass the side of my house. It was a political matter that there was no lighting in the neighborhood or problems with public safety.

Even so, the judge didn't seem convinced to leave me with my own home, so imagine my despair.

I'll tell you what the woman suing me was like. She was blond, but her skin was flushed by the sun. Still, she wore a lot of gold jewelry and a tacky outfit that mimicked jaguar skin. It looks like a "Karen" but of a South American type.

So I met Bucciarati in one of the courtroom corridors and explained the situation. For those who don't know, Bucciaratti is a mobster, but has a great sense of justice and he is even slightly kind. He told me that he came to testify on behalf of that woman at Mafia orders, but he would find a way to help me.

I went to the bathroom about 5 minutes later and found some documents on top of the toilet. It said that woman was a corrupt senator who wanted to use my ground to open a road. This would benefit the slum drug cartel at the end of the neighborhood and make it easier for them to get out. All the evidence was there.
Then I entered the court again.

The lawyers called Bucciaratti and he began to talk about how dangerous the favela was and how many people died there. However, in the middle of the testimony he said:

"But it's not like I could say anything. It wasn't me that day" - and winked at me.

I got the signal, got up and said the plaintiff was a rich senator and didn't even live in that neighborhood. Everyone was in shock. She laughed and said:

"So what? Because I'm a senator, I can't live in a simple place or defend my voters?"

That's when I showed the documents and the judge read everything carefully. The woman went into despair and tried to remove the papers from the judge's hand.


At this time, Buciaratti took his skin off him.

 Yeah, he pulled his skin out like a suit and inside was a woman who looked like a prisoner.





She wore orange numbered jumpsuit and short hair. She looked at me and smiled. The guards took the two women and left. As she passed me, the prisoner said:

"Now you owe Bucciaratti."

I calmed down and woke up.