In Italy, ATM. Always.
They call it Bancomat over here. It’s fast. There’s no talking involved. You take the money and run. Yesterday I had to go to the bank in San Marino. In the bank. It’s difficult to get in there. And even harder to get out.
Just push the button, you think. No, it’s not that easy.
You’re standing outside the Cassa di Risparmio, in front of a security system that’s been in place, not just in San Marino but all over Italy, since local terrorism in the 1970’s. Next to the entrance is a panel of secure lockers where you’re supposed to stow any bags you’re carrying. The green push button activates a reinforced steel door, which opens and admits you into a secure cylinder. You step in. The door slides shut behind you. Continue reading