Napolitanos e Sicilianos

The fight broke out without much build up. Pressed against the sliding door of the metro cabin I could see nothing except the shoulders and necks craning to have a better look. Dani who is a head taller than me gave a running commentary. The loud boisterous group of young men had already shooed us off as we tried to board their side of the overcrowded compartment. There was a some small issue, which Dani thinks, concerning a girl in one of the groups and then people started beating up each other in earnest. In the moving compartment I swayed precariously and kept banging my head against the door as the momentum of the fight built up. The crowd was not impassive, rather they were active participants who were doing everything else than put an end to the fight.