Very often what happens in jokes is what we see in the old comedy sketches: we laugh at a fat man who slips on a banana skin, but when it happens to us we don’t find it quite so funny. So I decided to revive some short stories I wrote over the last few years and write some new ones in which we find ourselves facing a mechanism similar to that of short stories. However unlike those tales in my stories something misfires. We start laughing like we used to as children about the small cheese ghost, but then, instead of identifying ourselves with Pierino, we find ourselves spread on the toast.
