The idiom of Napoli (na·puh·lee) could be: walk slow, run, and don't mind those traffic lights—you only got one life. The film that flickers past in the lens—below the sun and the rains that drift down from Vesuvius—is a silent film, despite the urban chaos. Sometimes you can hear yourself dream. At night, you fall asleep tired, without knowing why. I won't miss Naples, but I would miss missing it.