belief and disbelief.

Our night out on the town began with a tour of the landmarks down Divisoria with a friend of Carmela (the girl who has taken me under her wing since my arrival).  At one statue the tour guide proclaimed, 'under the mayorship of [this guy], only one crime was committed in ten years.'

I tried to let it go.  But then I didn't. 'Really?'

'Really.'

'....Really?'  Images from The Wire and everything I learned from my Criminology classes were singing and dancing through my head.  That, and we were walking down a street where the police station was five metres away from a stall hawking pirated DVDs to all and sundry.

'Really really.'

It was one of those moments where half of me was like, "LIZ, stop being a dick" and the other half was like, "YOU MUST STOP THEM FROM TELLING SUCH OUTRAGEOUS LIES."