In Rome, at dawn, when everyone is asleep, there’s one man who isn’t sleeping.
That man is called Giulio Andreotti. Calm, ambiguous, inscrutable, Andreotti is synonym of power in Italy for over four decades. At the beginning of the 90’s, without arrogance or humility, he advances relentlessly towards his seventh mandate as Prime Minister. Nearing seventy, he is a gerontocrat who fears nobody and doesn’t know what fear is. His contentment is power, with which he lives in symbiosis. A power which he likes, immovable and immutable. Until the strongest counter power in the country, the Mafia, decides to declare war against him.
