Stretching myself, I gave one look at my car and then walked into the house.
In the kitchen two peasants sat, an old man and an old woman. They rose as I entered.
"Who are you?" I asked in English.
They simply smiled and waved their hands. I repeated my question in Italian.
"We serve," the man replied.
"Serve whom?"
"Whoever is the master."
"Have you been here long?"
"We have always been here. It is our home."