Back in Perugia

I travel back to Perugia, Italy with my friend, Lindsay P. We're so excited to be back, but everything seems different; in fact, it isn't Perugia by sight, only in name. We're still excited to be in Italy, but somewhat confused. We walk around the old buildings and seek out somewhere to eat and have a cigarette. We come to Piazza Gallenga, but the building for Stranieri is boarded up and closed. This shocks us. As we begin our adventure Lindsay turns into Carly G, my roommate while living in Italy. She and I continue our trek with bags on our backs. We meet a man, who we think we know from before, but we aren't certain. Regardless, we follow him. He takes us to an apartment and tells us we can stay there. The apartment is multiple floors that are cluttered with furniture and statues of the religious sort---mostly Eastern as opposed to a Christian god or saints. There are many plants too. We are slightly uncomfortable, but we try to settle in. In the kitchen we find a brown paper bag and in it is money---most $1s and $5s, but we take some of it for food. The guy who brought us here leads us to believe that this apartment belongs to Italians and that they have allowed him to use it, and bring friends there.
In the kitchen there are also three showers---more like drains in the floor with a shower head attached. We think it's weird, but think, "oh, that must be how Italians live." We go upstairs to begin unpacking when we hear a group of people come into the apartment. We're sort of scared because we don't know if we really should be there, and because we took some of the money from the paper bag. After hiding upstairs a while one of the men come upstairs; he doesn't talk, but we follow him back downstairs. We make our way to the crowded living space (couches and plants and statues) and we sit down. Carly and I both note that all of the males kind of resemble David and Brandon, our partners back home---they all have dark hair and full beards. Everyone is male but us. We assume these people are Italian, and think that we won't be able to clearly communicate with them. One of them motions to us, and we assume he wants us to tell him why we are there; we tell him our Italian friends own the place, but he laughs and begins to speak to us in English. He tells us: "we own this place and we are American." We are very nervous now, and we both glance at the paper bag on the kitchen counter hoping that they won't notice that money is missing from it. One guy goes for the bag and we begin to think of excuses as to why we must leave hurriedly. We don't even retrieve our bags. We run down several flights of stairs and fear the men are chasing us. We reach outside and run around several corners until finally at the top of a hill we come to a large and busy piazza where we feel safe that we will blend in.