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    Dottore Dottore…

    As autumn has been fading into winter, and the decorations of the city changed from colored leaves to christmas lights, there’s been one thing that has been a consistent sight ever since I arrived. Students dressed in their finest clothing wearing laurel crowns surrounded by friends and family, more often than not holding on to one or more bottles of prosecco as they make their way through the city streets, laughing and singing as they get progressively more drunk. For weeks I watched them, with equal intrigue as confusion, for the only occasion I could think of where people would don a laurel crown is as the victor of an…