vent of a pen tired (rewind)
I wrote this piece a few months ago. It was a note that I shared with my friends on Facebook ... I propose again willingly, but because it seems so relevant ...
I'll pay if necessary examinations to determine what and how many poisons are in my body. I do not like uncertainty, I never liked it. When three years ago I returned from Rome to pursue my dream, I had no acquaintance with what is my land. Made up of people who love, home, laughing. Killing children, killing the mafia, which poisons. Intimidating, threatening, which makes the target shooting at a soccer field. Of people who have been elected and that he slams the problems of poor people, you have to chase to get an interview was not even Obama, who is involved in investigations, pay, which does business in the bar arm in arm with the Mafia. Because when de Magistris said that the judiciary is also colluding in Calabria, his words made such a stir? I do not believe in justice. To facts told, read and experienced. I do not believe that this land will never change one day. The weapons I have laid, I do not believe in that much abused "better future". Only the pen will never abandon. As long as I live, breath and police want to talk, tell, report. I want to show the honesty of ordinary people: the one that took to the streets, what works, what studies, pursuing their passions. What has the courage to rebel, but also one that succumbs, and especially one that's afraid. Examination to become a professional journalist of the commissioners asked me if I knew Corrado Alvaro. I came immediately to mind the image of a monument dedicated to him in the town where he was born in San Luca. In the land of Nirta-Strangio and Pelle-Vottari, which by the common joke of the carnival came to the massacre in Duisburg, I miss you see the tribute to Alvaro. A kind of stone resting on the side of a street where kids roam in a scooter without a helmet and you speak in dialect sent by someone to intimidate because they saw the camera. A gray stone. A tombstone. A message from the past. And you can not but think that it is the tombstone of culture and civilization. Calabria is expected to fall every day in the square. Strike, blocking the activity: from the port of Gioia Tauro in the Salerno-Reggio Calabria highway 106 and passing through the railway network. Every day, every day. Perhaps the only way Italy would see that between the Basilicata and Sicily there is a piece of land where two million people wish to live. Or as is said Venditti: did the bridge, at least we would have a reason to exist.
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