The inflation of our discontent | The paper

Help! Hungry tourists, more expensive hotels, out-of-control rental market. With its crazy prices, is Italy becoming a place that Italians can no longer afford? Journey into our madness

It was once “galloping”, an equine present participle that he no longer uses, but the gait is indeed faster. Not the dramas of Santanché, not the wealthy American submarines, the theme of the summer is in fact only one, inflation. Real and perceived. Maybe more than galloping slouch? According to official data, it even drops, we are at 6.4 percent, but tell those who find the price of a sunbed doubled under their umbrella. Or to those who return to Rome after years and find the hotel room tripled.