Feeling a bit shy behind the dream bag, there she is: the fake bag. You are ashamed of it, but not so much after all because, sooner or later, everyone ends up having one in Milan. For the same reason given above: it is nice to dream and to carry the illusion of something mythical.
Next to the fake designer bag, you have the one that’s no longer there because they snatched it from you a few months ago at the Central Station. In its own way, this is also a meeting with a city you don’t know. It is the invisible Milan, of the poor and outcast. Every now and then they appear in the city centre, but then they return to where they are relegated: the marginalized suburbs of the city,