So I finally broke down and asked Marcello (our leasing agent) what they were all about. He looked at me as though I were feeble, and said with a shrug, "Una corda di emergenza." Okay, so it's an emergency cord. I did elicit the fact that they're required in all places that are for paid accommodation. I must confess that I didn't have the guts to ask more questions, like "Who answers the cord? How quickly?" And I've never tried them out either out of fear that the men in orange pants would come bursting in on me during a private moment.
The second day we were here, Jeremy asked me about this same cord. I explained the situation, and also confided that I'd always had a sneaking suspicion that they led nowhere. Jeremy's response was typical of him: "Well, I can confirm that, since while I was inspecting the cord I pulled on it to see what it controlled, and nothing happened."
Love,
Alexandra
Jeremy, I like your approach to a puzzle. It is a sign of a scientific mind. If you want to learn something, test it directly. Don't rely on heresay.
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Thank you so much! When we read your post this evening we laughed so hard we had tears rolling down our faces. You know how healthy it is to have a good laugh!! Jeremy's words were definitely a surprise at the end of your story.
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