Well here's an interesting one.  GP just got home from a week in DC.  (Yes, DC, THIS past week.  But I won't go there.)  He had just gone to take a nap when he got a call, that he was considering not taking, from a colleague.  Massimo needed the translation for "kidnapped".  That's when I came in the room to listen to the conversation.  Seems his 23 year old daughter had a child with a Moroccan immigrant who has been arrested for drug trafficking and has received his deportation papers, though he has so far avoided the police so is still around causing problems.  This daughter, who obviously has a few issues of her own though not many brain cells, agreed to go visit relatives of his in Leon, France which breaks all kinds of laws considering he's a fugitive and has never legally recognized the child.  Shockingly when they arrived in Leon, he took her phone away and she and the kid are now essentially being held captive.  She managed to get a message to her father who is now driving like a mad man, ex-wife in tow, 7 hours across northern Italy and the Alps into France to track them down.  One of the many problems here is that they are holed up in one of those infamous Muslim ghettos that are all around the cities in France.  If Massimo, who's like a bull-in-a-china-shop on the best of days,  goes in there yelling and screaming and carrying on they'll trounce him.  Then there is the fact that he doesn't speak French or English, thus the translations, so won't be able to communicate with the local police.  We said we'd be on call tomorrow for translating and in the meantime sent him a bunch of phrases like, "Held against their will", and ""Wanted fugitive".  Geesh.  And I thought tomorrow was just going to be morning at the market and dinner with MIL!  Off to research my criminal activities vocabulary.  xxoo me