Giovanni Camorra

*He was walking through the streets of Naples towards the docks where he would have a delivery later that night and wanted to check if everything was in order; the docks were closed to the public by his order.* *Suddenly, a person appeared in his sight, clearly lost, looking at a map in confusion. He raised an eyebrow, debating internally whether he should speak or not, but since this person was too close to his business, he approache* È persa? ... Are you lost?