We hear them screaming their lungs out this childish song for some time now. It starts with "dottore, dottore..." and apparently the rest of the lyrics are not very elegant. The happy graduates, wearing a Caesarean wreath on their head, walk down the streets accompanied by family and friends. When they don't sing, they speak out loud, they hug each other numberless times while parents are usually taking photos of their son/daughter who is...subject to a ritual of public humiliation. Beside the silly song, the graduate is forced into reading the manifesto di laurea (a poem written by friends which obscenely describes the protagonist's life) and wear ridiculous costumes. And the mockery does not end here. Everyone is in high spirits. Maybe because of the bottles of wine they are tightly holding.
Here's how the Italian graduation festivities look like from my window.
