f: Excuse me, Mr. Hero.
g ...
f: Hey, Mr. Hero?
g: ah you said to me then. Hello. you want?
f: forgive me, I did not want to bother. is that I need to talk to someone about something. her, I think, is the right person.
g (approaches, limping): OK, tell everything. but no longer dare to call me Mr. hero. Give me of you.
f: Herr er .. oops, sorry. anyway I'll be right down to it, if I can. do not really know how to say it without sounding offensive. the problem is that all this fluttering of flags, this wave of tricolor, all these celebrations, well, I have left a bit 'uneasy. I do not know why. until a few months ago thought sacrosanct, proper and important to celebrate this anniversary, it seemed a very nice thing to do. now that is just past, insisted this swirl of white red and green, the thing here, I do not know how to say, left me confused and perplexed.
g: I understand what you're getting.
f: (raises eyebrows) really?
g: yes. I had time to think about it too, long time. do not get me wrong, I am very pleased to have done this. but sometimes I take the despair and think, who made me do?
f: What do you mean?
g: (lights a cigar, calmly) you see, this country can celebrate many things: the beauty of its landscapes, its artists and its culture, its exports, its good food, its magnificent Constitution. even his country (when he won). I do not think, however, can celebrate its unity, without appearing hypocritical. behold, I have the impression that it was a celebration so empty and meaningless ritual. sense to speak of unity today?
f: good question! This is precisely the question that worried me. makes little sense to talk of unity as a unit, in my opinion, today there is not. is an important issue. Italy are still made to do the Italians and the task is still ongoing. because sometimes it seems to me that here is missing almost all a collective consciousness, the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing all in the same boat, in the same country. The reasons are complex, almost certainly historical, but we are a conglomeration of individual citizens, not a community. the horizon of each of us is often just beyond our noses.
g: (blows a bit 'of ash fell on the poncho) yes, I think so too. green shirts, white collar, red shirts should be close in the same flag. and celebrate together with blue collar, the shares rose, yellow immigrants. black blouse, no, those should be able to send them to hell (laughs). Instead of a thick and underlie all stuffy blue, full of useless flags. as may be joined a country that believes in itself and in its future? a country where culture, innovation, education and labor issues are not urgent? where everything is covered with a blanket shorter and shorter, without any foresight? (Pauses, takes a long drag on his cigar) I wonder if today he would find a thousand, of forward-looking people (it is a bit 'lost in thought, stroking his beard). Well, anyway, if you insult a person for 364 days is a hypocritical gesture really him then a gift for her birthday, right?
f: right, yeah, I meant just that. it all seems a bit 'rhetoric, I think past the party and the patriotic enthusiasm tomorrow everybody will come back to do their own interests, and act as if there were a community. because a sense of community does not yet exist, everything is still to be built.
g: and I confess, all this makes me terribly angry, because in the end I love this country. want to see something?
f: yes.
g: (takes off a boot, indicates a point of foot): aspromonte, 1862.
f: (you hold your nose) wow, a terrible wound.
g: I got it in combat. but it was not a bullet Bourbon, or Austrian, or French, or skullcap. nor was the bullet of an army of this world, even if it is there that we wanted to send me (laughs). Italian was a bullet, just a year after unity. pain torments me.
f: I'm sorry. I do not know what to say. But I can think of a question: In your opinion, to build this famous sense of community we're talking about, what we need? such as bricks?
g: (sighs) but maybe times have changed so much in the end. I have always believed in this recipe: enlarging its boundaries and strive to look beyond their nose, insist the small gestures of public civility and promote in every way, who performs them. civic passion: Italy, there you have to do so, or it dies inevitably.
f: You're right, it's a good recipe. good celebration of 150 years. say hi to anita. and thanks for the chat.
g: figured I was pleased. celebration of the 150 good for you too. f
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