Growing up in a little italian hill town is fucked up because sometimes you remember: there's tunnels underground.
I'm being very serious right now. Usually they are ww2 anti aircraft things. Now shut down because we dont want kids getting bit by insects down there.
Other times theyre older. monk cellars. sometimes they connect churches to each other.
The next town over took a different path and chose to open their tunnels to the public. they put electric lights in them and made em a little tourist attraction.
The walls of those tunnels are soft enough that you can scratch a message in them. In the older parts, theres religious pictures. The monks were at it again. But in the 70s the access to the tunnels wasnt exactly shut. You could get in if you knew where to look. So of course someone snuck in and did exactly what you do when you sneak in a tunnel: you scratch a message in the walls. I'm talking things like dates: someone spent an "alternative" first night of the year down there. But also political messages: someone scratched in "VOTE SOCIALIST" as well.
And now the tunnels are a crystallised picture of all the people that snuck down there. they're a labyrinth. they're mysterious. They're unbelievably and humanly familiar in their mystery though.