Alessandro wears his lucky shirt, black, shimmery, super. He doesn’t feel fifty years old. Like every Saturday night, today, he does the wee hours at the Blu Star Disco. And when, at dawn, his mom refuses to give him the two hundred euros that he needs to impress the girls, Alessandro goes crazy.
After a life wasted in front of a slot-machine, drunk-talking from early in the morning, and hoping for the luck of a scratch ticket, Alessandro would never have imagined that he could find love again. In a psych-ward.
This is where our man meets Francesca.
Francesca has seen a hard road, and Alessandro falls in love with her instantly.