In July 2005 I wrote a blog-note about a woman that put on fire the man who had agressed her daughter.
Now, after more than 7 years, the trial is concluded and the woman should enter the prison.
The title of my blog prove having been correct: Is this justice?
Now, every piece of legislation have to pass beforehand the control of a special commission, responsible for evaluating if that norms could in some way affect the interests of the center-right coalition’s leader.
Starting from the electoral law, to any possible reform in the justice sector, to tax related legislation.
It is worth it? What major national aims is this government targeting that could justify this shameful tactics?
And how long could this last? Just until definitively destroying any residual trust on the possibility of a government alternative in Italy.
After several attempts of getting immunity through the demolition of the Italian judiciary system, Mr B. opted for another method.
Unsatisfied for the impact of the many norms explicitly aiming at relieving his trial situation, he directly passed to the enablement of a Government whose first objective is to guarantee his own inviolability.
I was always against the idea of getting rid of Mr B. via a judicial proceeding, but this does not mean that he should not be castigated for his crimes, if those are confirmed.
Fact is, I cannot be sure that there was not a sort of agreement around this matter, and that is sincerely discouraging.
No way, in Italy to be premier you have to be a christian democrat or worse.
Even this time, when it seemed that a former communist could get the job, there was nothing to do.
Back to the DC time.
How disappointing.
Sunday at Bamako was not different from the days before and the following ones. Lot of meetings, some mangos, some thinking.
The founding act for the political militancy of the members of the Italian major party was the participation to the Vaffanculo Day some years ago. Yes, that means what you are thinking of.
But this is not the most tragic element. The worst is that those fresh members of Parliament are surely better than the previous ones.
At Charleroi airport a small bottle of still water costs 3.30 euro.
And you cannot bring your water with you, because, for quite obscure reasons, water do not pass the embarquement control.
Isn’t there a sort of association for crime?
Shouldn’t the airport authorities being obliged to install free fountains after the control?
Water is a public good. Even on the plane.
First video uploaded in you tube.
Soon other initiatives.
When we were children, parents and tutors tought a simple lesson: do not look at other people mail.
It was a basic message, easy to understand: everyone has right to some privacy and intruding in other people life is not good.
These days, publishing in the newspaper telephone conversations among two persons seems normal. Furthermore, newspapers sell it as good journalism, as if searching in the garbage needed high professionalism.
I think that everybody as a right to privacy. I am not against judges examining telephone communications (or mail) when this is justified, but this does not allow exposing those words on the pages of a newspaper.
This is not journalism, is voyeurism.
My first jacket was part of a gray suit my parents bought for me in Potenza, probably on sales. I was about 10-12 years old and remember it with fondness. It probably did include even a waistcoat with buttons, as peasants’ Sunday dress.
Indeed, the first jacket I purchased myself was a yellowish corduroy one, found at Latina second hand market and paid 2.500 lire, as far as I may recall.
Afterwards, I had another similar jacket that I still keep in Roma. I was planning to give it to my nephew, but he grew up before I could pass it to him.
For a long period I kept buying second hand clothing, in markets or at a little shop next to Via 20 Settembre (but that seemed to me already a luxury).
Reacting to winter inconveniences, I used stitching a button on the back of the collar, in order to be able to protect my chest (I always suffered of sore throat).
I bought my first new jacket on the occasion of my first regular job, when the President of that small organisation mentioned that my recently acquired position would have requested a more appropriate outfit. I decided anyway to wait for my first salary (paid quite a long time after starting) before investing in fashion. This model was grey, with little lines in colours; not bad but not exciting either.
Jackets are my preferred piece of clothing; fortunately enough, given that since that first job I am almost obliged to wear one of them. Together with a tie (but this is another story…).
