I had tuned into a show about Italy, hosted by a very refined and charming Italian gentleman. Among other sights, he visited Sicily and had decided to climb Mount Etna with a guide. As both were Italian, the conversation was in their mother tongue, with English sub-titles. As they approached and looked into the crater of Mt. Etna, the sub- titles went like this:
Guide: "Careful as we walk up to the rim. There are cracks and the whole thing could give way." Host: "How deep is the crater?" Guide: "About 300 metres." Host: "So, if you fell in, you'd be f*cked." Guide: "Yes, that's right". All of this was said with complete seriousness. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.
