My first encounter with Amateuroe was at the local supermarket when she and her sister decided to go for a walk. They came across an old German lady in her sixties who was alone, smoking a pipe and looked quite old. As I approached, I could tell that she wasn't really happy with her looks, but I didn't know her name. She spoke only Italian to my Italian speaker brother, so I said "amateuroe" and they instinctively waved me through..