1994, Hammamet, Tunisia.

    "This is the life!" you think to yourself. Should have thought of this earlier, shouldn't you? As you gently sip on your pina-colada, you pick up today's papers and read about Italy. Gosh... It seems that during the recent elections, your (ex) party, the PSI only obtained 2.2% of all the votes - an all-time low! Oh well... You shrug it off and continue to sip on your cocktail. This is the life...

Three months later...

    You're sipping your margarita in the living room of your beach villa resort when you turn on your television just in time to see Martelli's face flash across the screen. The anchorman reports that  both you and your ex-deputy have both been sentenced to eight and a half years in prison by the magistrates (not them again!) on charges of corruption.

   "Hah! Like they can do anything to me while I'm here." You arrogantly claim. "While those imbeciles over in Rome are haggling over how many years I should be receiving, I am here enjoying my retirement! And the savings from my banks are flowing in like the fountains of my villa!" Hmmm... But Craxi, where did all your savings come from? How come you're so much wealthier than your fellow counterparts from the other political parties?