NAPOLI, CITTA' DI TOTO'_2City indescribable, even though many have tried to narrate. Multi-faceted and elusive in each classification, sometimes prey of the commonplace (pizza, the street urchin, St. Januarius, the lottery), sometimes able to come up with pride (with the organization of the summit of the G7 in July 1994 with the Foundation Naples Ninety-nine for the enhancement of urban cultural heritage); City of De Filippo and Totò, sung by Murolo and Modugno, Pino Daniele and Nino D’Angelo: fantasy and continuous music and unforgettable. You can not describe in words Naples, you have to listen to it, touch it, smell it, then love it to death. A unique city, whose magic and seduction make you forget any negative image may postpone the media. Legend has it that ran aground Naples is where the siren Partenope, lasciatasi die of love because Odysseus had not responded to his singing. Homer’s ghosts seem that in its origins, but it is certain that he founded the Greek people, the ancient Neapolis, the new city was built where there was a settlement of the Phoenicians. Even the Romans and the Normans arrived, followed by the Angevins and Aragonese, until Charles of Bourbon, who arrived after the eruption of Vesuvius and the dramatic earthquake that scanned the 600. Neapolitan Republic for a brief period, Naples will still see the alternation of Spanish and French, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, the unification of Italy, the fascist destruction and the ultimate cruel earthquake, that of 1980. Today the city shows signs of history: in its urban layout from the capital of the kingdom in its beautiful churches continually remade, in the baroque splendor that characterizes it. But even in the ferocious building boom and the violent social upheaval. Although the vitality of his soul seems to be indomitable. What feeds it? The charm of its geographical location? Goethe said, the dreadfulness opposed to the beautiful, the beautiful terribleness, the one and the other will cancel each other out. [...] The Neapolitans would certainly be different if you do not feel compelled between God and Satan … and maybe he was right. Here they are: their song, the annual fair celebrating Piedigrotta, has become a national anthem, their dance, gay tarantella, identifies them, their kitchen too, even the sauce to give it all that Bologna was born here. So here they are, festive Pulcinella, always capable of doing school, passionate travelers of the spirit that St. Januarius and protects the Cabal rule.