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In a quaint, sunlit village, an old man plants a fig tree in his garden with deliberate care. A young man, holding a piece of cardboard with scribbled questions, approaches and reads aloud, “perchè pianti un fico vecchio?.” The old man, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow, takes a moment to glance at the young man and the cardboard sign. With a chuckle, he replies, “farti una manciata di cazzi tuoi no eh?.”