Arquivo

In Rome, at dawn, when everyone is sleeping, one man is awake. Giulio Andreotti. He has to work, write books, and, pray. Calm, crafty and inscrutable, Andreotti is synonym of power in Italy for over four decades. At the beginning of the Nineties, he assumed his seventh mandate as Prime Minister without arrogance or humility. Approaching seventy, Andreotti does not know the meaning of awe, although he is accustomed to seeing it stamped on the faces of all his interlocutors. He has a symbiotic relationship with power. Almost untouchable, he emerges unscathed from everything: electoral battles, terrorist massacres, slanderous accusations. Until the Mafia declares war on him. Then things change. Perhaps even for the enigmatic, immortal Andreotti. But do they really change or only appear to? We can be sure of one thing: it is difficult to tarnish Andreotti, the man who knows the ways of the world better than any of us.