Il mio venticinque aprile comincia alle tre di notte, o del mattino - per quelli che contano la giornata come se si andasse a dormire dopo Carosello.
Per l'appunto: succede che torno a casa la sera del 24 e crollo sul divano come un minatore che non ha neanche le forze di pelare le patate che ha nel piatto.
Orbo di sostanze che mi permettano sonni lunghi e sintetici, mi sveglio dunque nel cuore della notte - mentre fuori Milano ancora si struscia.
E sveglio rimango, con gli occhi penzoloni - gli stessi che avrei sfoggiato qualche ora dopo in manifestazione alla luce del troppo sole.
Parentesi.
Il 25 aprile si fa festa perché il 25 aprile many years ago decided that Milan had turned their balls, rose up and broke free once and for all by the fascists - who technically were men like the others but for a long time had not behaved like men, so that freed from fascist sounds vaguely like rid of the cockroaches that are under the sink .
When I was seven I could not see anything strange, and I assumed or that the fascists were killed one by one, or had fled elsewhere, with the busts of the bald under his arm and bags full of black shirts.
evidently was not so for those who were dead in the woods and shot by the Resistance, there remained some of the millions and millions scattered around the peninsula.
Più banalmente, l'Italia era stata fascista per vent'anni - quindi tecnicamente i fascisti erano niente di più niente di meno che gli italiani, e chi proprio non sopportava questo nesso logico imparò a usare il fucile e qualsiasi altro strumento col quale potesse tornare ad essere semplicemente italiano.
Basta fare un paio di conti per rendersi conto che, tolti quelli che volevano fortissimamente essere fascisti e quelli che volevano fortissimamente non esserlo, avanzava ancora un gregge immenso che, nel bene e nel male, è sempre stato sé stesso e a seconda di chi s'è seduto sulle poltrone si è fatto apostrofare nelle maniere più diverse.
Insomma, qualcuno si è liberato di qualcun'altro mentre la maggior parte did nothing.
summarize the bone, Liberation Party by those who were there before .
That is no small thing, as were people who would force me to do something really stupid, since it was intended that if the people with the Nazis - that would have forced me to make things even worse.
65 years have passed, and it was obvious, the knots have come to a head: it turns out that a certain number of Italians did not want to be freed, and a tot of others claim to have been released so - but by the Americans, which is more chic and still others say it could leave more gracefully, without tripping and ambushes, but a growing minority says that the release was actually there, but from the impending danger of a dictatorship Communist (which would make April 25th the feast of prevention).
And you end up not you go to the streets to feel free, but to explain why you have not yet, you have not more or you have not ever been (no one looks a bit ', is disappointing and raises the legitimate question perhaps never will).
And one gets the impression that what we really miss at all is not freedom, but the real possibility of clashes, return to old-growth categories of good and evil, in times where the right was granted to the righteous and the wicked will be hung , shot, uprooted.
I, in the square, because my new and hideous insomnia, we end up hours before the rivers come. Tradition has it that the
corteo parta da Piazza Oberdan, luogo dedicato appunto alla memoria di uno che voleva uccidere il re , uno che la storia ricorda come intrepido, come eroe, ma che oggi sarebbe un terrorista qualunque, se non - peggio - un Tartaglia qualunque.
Ci arrivo sfrecciando con le borse sotto agli occhi sulla mia bianchi con ruota anteriore inaffidabile, e non ci trovo nessuno - ma nemmeno quattro gatti del partito (uno qualsiasi, anche di fantasia) intenti a cucire un bandierone, nemmeno un nugolo di partigiani centenari di quelli che si svegliano alle sei pur non avendo un cazzo da fare per le successive venti ore.
Insomma, nessuno - nemmeno un altro insonne. A rassicurarmi sul fatto di non aver sbagliato giorno ci pensano un numero imprecisato but abominably of police - dressed as if they were hailing nuts (and there's a hand on my crapa Tunisian sun to make me regret the sweater tied at the waist) - and especially those of the shirts, namely those with shady characters that Their hook-wheel lurking around any event likely to be immortalized on a T-shirt.
No one knows who controls them, who send them here and there, who choose for their T-shirts (in this case, a jumble of Guevara, logos and altered mecdonald antiberlusconismo of all kinds, with here and there and anarchist Zapatistas evergreen ): they have the face of those who would sell the war if there were shirts with bombs on, what a day it would take dopoconcerto Iron Maiden and the one after outside Turin Shroud.
In short, the most disappointed of all - and yet, curiously, the first to arrive. After
sadly saw a couple of my shirts the youth on those carts, I decide to wait for the people - or whoever it - looking for the peace of Sciences.
return, that is - after two decades at least - the Museum of Natural History, a must for every kid in Milan, which hosts the decadent and stunning huge fake whale skeletons, stuffed animals of various plumage, boring rocks and dusty dioramas that were in effect children only in the pre-segamastersystem.
With great pleasure, I find that nothing has changed: il Museo è in mano a una serie di bidelle col tipico sguardo di chi prende i soldi dallo stato (ci vorrebbe uno smiley apposta), il cui interesse per il sapere e la sua divulgazione è pari a quello che ho io per la pesca del luccio. L'incuria che avvolge i corridoi è ben rappresentata da un palloncino a elio a forma di faccia di Minni - sfuggito dalle mani di un qualche bambino pacioccone chissà quando - che rimane lassò sospeso tra lo scheletro di balena e modellini di altre carcasse.
Segue sala dei dinosauri, fuori moda da dieci anni ormai, anch'essa immutata e, nella sua ingenuità e immobilità, oltremodo sincera.
Per altro, confermo alcuni miei sospetti in materia saurica: i velociraptor se li è inventati Spielberg for the sake of the script - including the dinosaurs do not appear regularly entered on the register are never imagine. While
tour of the upstairs rooms in restructuring and greet Japanese crabs, the angry narwhals and clouded leopard (as it was written on the label), I begin to hear from outside the unsustainable playlist of April 25. From
wagons and vans finally come, come the first gusts of BellaCiaoBellaCiaoBellaCiaoCiao - bpm and a variable arrangement, all unsustainable and able to instill even the most patient and faithful nostalgic rejection crisis and sympathy for the invader.
finally left the museum with the highest percentage of tech "in progress" Europe will be waiting a humanity far more colorful and variously motivated.
order:
- alone on a bench Zionist front line with Israel's flag three times bigger than him and perhaps anxious to have problems
- Dalasi crowd of Senegalese and ready to shade a kind of Normandy invasion, armed with patience and eyes to try to convince you (the customer's requirements: white, preferably young and good with my face) to buy one of their thousands - maybe good maybe not as I do not have any money - books and magazines, shouting hey, with head its sincere handshake and anti-drain (your)
- some (who later would have been a few) militants purple people, unlucky antiberlusca movement was born and died at home in Santo Stefano, who believes enough to turn a red color from the traditional to change things. Here are moments of embarrassment when some of the above chant a kind of mass anti-Berlusca (so they call it).
- the first examples of young Communists, mammals with a tie and shirt (with a result somewhere between Scamarcio trying to do the student and Harry Potter), which attempt to tackles amounts debates on the fall of the Marxist-Leninist guy on ' caio arrival of the revolution. Second only to pedantiera Mondolibri and services to Vodafone customers who call you on the phone to provide sadiocosa.
- who already is the master and Emergency, which, putting a bit 'to fuck the agenda, sells T-shirts "I'm with emergency" to emphasize the undoubted crap the architects to them even a week earlier. Time half an hour and a half event is with emergency "with the crux of the confusion of the event, to be honest talk about war and conflict and how it was right to kill the beams, while Emergency in connection probably has more moderate positions. While
observed and recorded in my eyes I may, the boulevard is filled with people - especially the one that has no flags, no one knows even a choir and a maximum movement of the day will buy a popsicle (like me: mint) .
Unless you have done all the intervals of your cursus scolastico chiuso in classe, questo è il posto migliore dove rincontrare pezzi della tua vita - una sorta di gigantesco facebook col sole che ti picchia sulla testa e nessun voyeurismo di sorta, dato che ognuno ha la faccia che ha e non c'è foto che possa mentirti.
Il tutto mentre da camion, furgoncini e camionette si urlano le peggio cose sulla gestione amministrativa, provinciale, regionale, statale e globale della terra - asfaltata - che abbiamo sotto ai piedi.
Bersagli di un buon settanta per cento delle urla e degli strepiti amplificati dai megafoni (che riuscirebbero a rendere fastidiosa anche la voce di Suzanne Vega, credo) sono per l'appunto i fascisti.
Non quelli che furono, attenzione, ma quelli che ancora sono - those who say "we fascists and we're quite happy .
People in short, that does everything to let you know that the photo of Mussolini in the portfolio, which is the Roman salute as the spoiled children who get their noses and they show you that what you're in the next table pulled out while Mom turned around.
choirs hail the fact that their very existence - and persistence - is the problem, which is the main scourge of our country. I walk
perplexed, thinking that fascism in the first sense of attitude towards the other and the state and power is now in the hands of people who do not define a certain fascist and that those who claim to compensation of the heads are probably Cock (over and above all cynical and bitter debate) but perhaps are not the problem in the long list of the top.
Especially now that are largely unpresentable - more or less as part of the corresponding part on the left - both current vocabulary, or lack of strategy, both for their ugly faces.
I think these things and walk a bit 'sad, because as a child was easier to hate the beams and point - it was easier to see them as the embodiment of evil and point.
Today the evil is not embodied in people, but in the structures that keep people together, which hold them together and put the other hand, in the structures that abuse, reward, humiliate and instigate.
After all, say right basically means I no longer believe in men , if not in those like me so as not to scare me, it means the world is so bad now I'll be , it means I come before us . The fascists, or those who claim that today, are probably the ones who were right to be among their own kind and that only after they realized that even among similar, right, helps only if you agree.
Technically today is not expedient to hold Benito Roman and greetings in the pocket, and that's why they insist on the holy beams - to be sure to be among people who will not betray, to be sure they are free to be (in his commendable attitude way, except that the reason for the battle is really ridiculous).
And that is why, after all, I see them as I saw the child that the mob was in class and did everything to be obnoxious - that is, one that since the world if no row, and to show that it is his fault if no one if the row and not of the father who stepped on, is bad.
Meanwhile, from questaltra hand, are more and more frankly unpresentable characters, who carry old, empty words and fail to fight against enemies even as Don Quixote.
Yet, despite the two sides pull the rug of history up to tear, while now the story takes place somewhere else, people running around all: all marching in order, all smiles, all embracing, smoke, eat, kiss, laugh and no one seems to take particular grudge against anyone. Everyone seems to realize at least for a moment that does not mean that all this laughing and hugging on the street is a stable and lasting achievement, which you can do it - to hear from you master of the city (as it should be fucking right) - only if you are really many.
And I do not think the fascists are the problem - I think that even if the problems could be resolved by writing them, maybe they'd be happy to walk in the sun among many people that you love eating ice cubes with mint.
Shit, who would not like? Elsewhere, however, you do not want si vada tutti d'accordo, e divide et impera rimane di gran lunga il miglior motivo per sapere un poco di latino.
Anche perché ai lati della nostra innocua e gioiosa e solare marcia, ci sono schiere e schiere di carabinieri vestiti come astronauti - quindi probabilmente con un caldo spaventoso e un odio incredibile per chiunque stia mangiando un ghiacciolo.
Mi ci fermo davanti e noto i loro pizzetti curatissimi, da veri tronisti, e dato che per la mia testa sono passati pensieri che neanche san francesco dopo che ha vinto al gratta e vinci, decido che loro sì mi stanno pregiudizialmente sul cazzo - perché per una manciata di euro tengono in vita la faccia più brutta e francamente inutile del potere, senza neanche dire cazzo che caldo but because we are so clothes?
