Of course, this blog is in English, but someone can explain why the Campaign on Poverty Eradication in Italy had to use that ‘poverty’ in English, rather than the more clear ‘povertà’ in old and rusty Italian?
‘Poverty’ labelling makes real poverty more fashionable? Less scaring, or make more appealing the plea for joining the fight against it?
The call to action is left in Italian, may be because nobody really expect that someone will pay attention.
Here some red birds.
We have to face the reality. Berlusconi is not the only responsible for the progressive destruction of the moral, democratic and even aesthetic environment of Italy.
Italian majority is, at present, with him and the force of his bad-doing is pervading the all spectrum of activities, domains, territories.
The official opposition forces have repeatedly shown lack of vision, coherence, wisdom and communication with the community.
Still, there are resources around or abroad that could be mobilised in the attempt to reverse the situation.
That is what I call the silent minority. An important percentage of Italian people, coming from different experiences, having different ideas and positions, which is not (yet) directly engaged in the political arena, but can’t stand anymore the Italian derive.
This minority should present themselves to the different political forces asking for a clear perspective of redressing of the situation for a minimum plan to save democracy, economy and good sense and promising in exchange engagement, advice, support, vote and subsequent control.
As an exponent of the South African opposition said at the end of the apartheid regime enough is enough is enough.
For Mandela 70th anniversary we organised a sort of celebration in the ‘Pincio’ terrace. The idea was to paint a giant greetings card with all people passing by and interested in taking part. Nobody could imagine that only few years later he would have been the first legitimate South African President. And nobody would have hoped that he could match up with his own legend. But he did. Yesterday there was a movie on Mandela’s life on television. And, of course, they showed the images of those first elections. And I was able to say: I was there.
Italian politics is so tedious that I’m often buying ‘El Pais’ rather than a national newspaper.
I’ve read that George Bush said that he positively acknowledged his change of status when seeing himself going after his dog with a little plastic bag in his hand.
Some of us never attributed to George an higher status, but this is not the point.
Point is that since coming back from Niger, I am in a similar situation, and this provides a lot of food for thought.
On the one hand, this is a powerful humility exercise, by means of which we are probably gaining wisdom.
On the other one, it emphasizes the lack of confidence we have with our most intimate production, always reserved to special places, forbidden to touch, to speak of, to think about.
This topic is well symbolised by the sad environment which, in this Bruxelles, most apartments offer for transitions: narrow, sombre, undecorated, as it should be the place for contrition and penance.
Medical analysis give another example of this difficult relation with ourselves, following the spread of aseptic pots. Now paper bandages are delivered, to stick to the toilet in order to depose the fruit of digestion. As if simpler methods were not at hand.
On the ground of experience with my dog, I can release one suggestion to mankind: deploy a plastic bag before action, this will facilitate the operation afterwards.
I wonder; if you were a ministry of justice (lower case is not accidental) of a big democracy and you had presented a law keeping the president of your government (see note above) away from a judgement for corruption, what would you do whenever a Constitutional Court would declare that law illegitimate?
It’s Christmas time but without songs and niceties.
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