"Dear Signor Diretorre
Now I am tella you the story how I was treated at your hotella.
I am comma from Palermo as tourist to London and stay as younga man at
your
hotella.
When I comma in my room I see is no **** in my bed.
How can I sleep with no **** in my bed? I calla down the recepcione and
tella: "I wanna ****."
They tell me: "Go to the toillett."
I say: "No, no, I wanna **** in my bed."
They say: "You betta not **** in your bed, you sonnava*****." What is
sonnava*****?
I go down for ristorante for breakfast. I order bacon and eggs and two
pisses of toast. I getta only one piss of toast. I tella waitress and
pointa of toast: "I wanna piss."
She tella me: "Go to the toillett."
I say: "No, no, I wanna piss on my plate."
She then say to me: "You bloody fella not piss on the plate, you
sonnava*****."
Second person who do not even know me and calla me sonnava*****! What
is
sonnava*****?!?
Later I go for dinner into ristorante. Spoon and knife is laid out but
no
fock. I tella waitress: "I wanna fock." and she tella me: "Sure
everybody
wanna fock."
I tella her: "No, no, you don't understand me. I wanna fock on the
table."
She then tella me: "So you sonnava*****, wanna fock on the table? Get
your
ass out of here."
So I go to the recepcione and ask for the billa. I no wanna stay in
this
hotella no more. When I have pay the billa, the porter say to me:
"Thank
you, and peace on you."
I say: "Piss on you too, you sonnava*****."
I go back to Italy! I never more comma stay in your hotella, you
sonnava*****.
Sincerely,
Enrico Morelli"
