well, just as i was cooking up a nice pot of rigatoni al ragu' for myself, someone started to rap rap rap at my door. lo and behold, it was a policeman, all suited up and everything. i figured my time here was up--i was being deported. right? well, not really. turns out someone in my building died. i don't know who, but i know it was of natural causes. i think it was this little old man i saw a few times. but italians are so weird about death; i mean, this investigation or whatever has taken all day. this is really odd. yeesh.