So if your town is situated between mountains and is about four kilometers from the Swiss Alps, and you can see the beautiful white mountaintops from the comfort of your own home, how come none of the inhabitants of Como have figured out what to do with daily activity once this mysterious white powder starts falling?Once the first flake twirls down elegantly and actually hits the ground, you can hear the creaking of shopdoors closing in unison. I mean, how is this possible? “Oh, no! By Gaul, what is this white substance sliding from the sky! We must straightaway seize all current activities, make some ridiculously strong coffee and think about this. We certainly cannot go to work through this gigantic one centimeter of snow! And naturally, for the next five weeks we shall blame all delays on that one day of snow, which by now is only remembered by the highest mountaintops.” The excuses an Italian can find to keep his butt away from work…Â