The Lost Treasure (Colour Litho)

The lost treasure. Wandering with a colleague on the outskirts of Milan, a bum, known under the nickname of Gip, stops near a car. There's no one here. He tries a handle; it gives way. The door is open. He takes a briefcase, empties its contents, jewelry! If he hunts them in his pocket and, convinced that they are fake, he goes around the taverns, putting them on sale cheaply. Everyone laughs and offers them little money. It doesn't matter. He sells out when he's not giving away. And he drinks. The officers catch him back later drunk. He doesn't know anything, he doesn't remember anything. Some jewels, authentic jewels worth over twenty million lire, took as much as he needed to pay for the wine he had drunk. Illustration for Courier Sunday, 20 March 1955.