In the drug-warehouse laboratories in Scampia, bricks of hashish are often cut thirty-three at a time—like Christ's age. Then they halt work for thirty-three minutes, make the sign of the cross, and start up again. A way to propitiate Christ and receive earnings and tranquility. The same happens with packets of cocaine; often before they are distributed to the pushers, the neighborhood capo blesses them with holy water from Lourdes in the hopes that they don't kill anyone, especially because he would have to answer personally for the poor quality of the stuff.