Not an Italian exclusive, PB,I can assure you. In general, treating your living room sofa as if it were a museum piece (and forbidding your kids to sit on it) was a general working-class thing, like rolling up the carpets for the summer, wrapping them in brown paper with mothballs, and storing them upright in the hallway closet.
Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu... E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
