Bini, even if she didn't need money, would stop at an ATM every time she passed one and make withdrawals. Then she would give the banknotes to Aldo to put back into her account. She couldn't help herself. It was something unbelievable. You inserted the card, pressed a few buttons, and the banknotes came out. What magic, what joy!

And Bini felt like a different person. She was no longer the unfortunate little girl, with her father who had gone to war, with the heartless mother, wearing patched-up dresses, with bad teachers, reform school, prison...

The keys on the magical machines made her feel compensated. Now Bini lived in a democracy, she had human rights...