Once you are nominated Airbnb superhost your personality undergoes worrisome changes:

• you look at your next guests suspiciously: are they humans, or nightmarish monsters ready to hit you with a 4 stars rating for a their perfect stay?
• you know which is the most vicious lie: an enthusiastically written review, marked with the bloody four stars rating.
• you become victim of any extravagant request by any of your guest. Something like:
  • How am I going to be able to organize that balloon nigh flight over the Colosseum that her children said they’d really enjoy?
  • Will they kill me with a four star review if I don’t?
  • Are they the kind of family that would be happy to balloon flight over Rome, thank you, smile to you, kiss you, hug you, while stabbing you with a 4 star review in your back?