The struggle of ants publish this article, signed by Giangiacomo Schiavi, published today by the shipper.
We meet perfectly the description of these ants, for those who have not understood, ours is a blog of ants:)
But here's the article:
REBELS DECLINE TO
The battle of the ants
Discomforts and hopes of anyone in the country
Italy that is still their duty to rebel against the DECLINE
The battle of the ants
Disruptions in the land of no hope
Italy that is still his duty
Hello. I am the man who pays the tram ticket . The volunteer who assists the elderly themselves. The citizen who can not escape taxes. The lady who calls please. The pensioner who is in the corner offices. The manager who listens. The doctor who looks at his watch. The craftsman that coffin on the accounts. The student who does not believe in lotteries. I do not
sgom. Do not appear. Do not look for shortcuts . I do not give up. Sometimes work for others. I stop on the strips. Do not throw cigarette butts on the streets. Waiting for my turn to speak. Do not park on the sidewalk and even in the second row. I do my duty. Study, because it is important to win competitions. I'm going to vote and not by the sea. I send my children to public school. I do not think tronista or tissue. Sometimes I follow my passions ..
Letters from the Land of No, of Italy (citizens) forgotten who write to newspapers to have a hope and summarize the decline of a common life, affected by a terrible question: who makes you do? Young people who are frightened, "I fear for my future, the world, of all, I can not see the rest of this story is telling us" (Martin, twenty years). Elderly people get depressed, "I am disheartened, disgusted. All steal, everyone eats, everyone makes endorse or recommend. If you're not so they cut off "(Barbara, seventy-five years). Girls who are questioning. As Giulia. Exemplary history that is not news, but indicates the retropensiero that hovers over us as we make a commitment: it was worth it?
Throughout the year, finished the lessons, twice a week, fifty kilometers Giulia you to attend the most famous dance school in Italy. And after two hours at the bar and fifty miles back, is back at home doing homework. It is good in class and dance. She has no time for Playstation, Xbox, not stun in front of the TV. You see her in the garden prima chiazza di sole esercitarsi nei passi e nelle ruote: su una mano, su due mani, di lato. Se riuscirà a continuare sarà ammessa alla frequenza quotidiana: vorrà dire la scuola, poi cinquanta chilometri, la lezione alla Scala, altri cinquanta chilometri, i compiti e così via, salvo i giorni delle prove per gli spettacoli, quando sarà impegnata fino a sera. Per anni e anni, ogni anno nel timore di non passare: pena l’esclusione dalla scuola di danza.
Già da ora qualche amica comincia a non capire . Si domanda il perché di tanto impegno, tanto stress, tanta fatica. Si chiede perché Giulia si diverta ad andare avanti e indietro rinunciando a molte cose divertenti, quando basta apparire in a broadcast TV or sway a bit 'to achieve the same goal: get out of the fray, to have a front row seat. You spend millions of Euros on TV to enhance pupae, facial tissues and even Velona. It is more or less unintentionally mocks those who have chosen a commitment, who does his work conscientiously. "They pay more sacrifice, study, hard work in this country?" Is the question that sends Julia into the well of the mail, looking for a non-obvious answer.
There was a time in Milan as she . She was the daughter of a streetcar. With sacrifice and with the talent has become Carla Fracci. But there is no more future than once, the writers today write on the walls. The paradox Timeline of graffiti semiologist Francesco Casetti law the need for non-trivial expectation. "It calls for the future, there is still no, not from this, but from the past that no longer exists. Yesterday there was a sense of tomorrow, today lacks this sense. And you must go to what is gone (the past) in order to recover what is not there yet (tomorrow). "
must rely on memory , then, because the opportunities are not geographical horizon of the various noises that no one from the mail boxes. Compared to yesterday, the web of intrigues polluted the air and narrow the boundaries of etiquette house, as he wrote Sergio Romano. "The slope of our common life is affected by the misconduct, sometimes despicable, now standard practice," is the thesis of Maurizio Viroli, that the forfeiture of good practice has devoted a long discussion and a book called explicit (Freedom of servants, Einaudi).
"When you say that there is also a country for no one pulling the plane?" , calls for a doctor who in four decades ripped the final contract of employment. Women in medicine struggled to find a place, he writes: When you are good and competitive, not aligned to the standard of rampant or friend of boss, le stroncano subito. Se hanno dei figli vengono penalizzate. Se si danno troppo da fare vengono redarguite. Se non si allineano, sono emarginate. Il mobbing nei reparti è prassi abituale. Senza sponsor politici negli ospedali difficilmente si fa carriera...
Si vagheggia un new deal civico, la scoperta di nuovi eroi . Si chiede un sussulto alla politica. Massimiliano Panarari, docente di Scienze politiche all’Università di Modena (L’Italia da Gramsci al gossip, Einaudi) profetizza l’abbattimento dell’impasto micidiale che alimenta la sottocultura e l’antipolitica. Ma non a breve: «La visione del mondo in Italia è basata troppo sull’irrealtà». Lo psichiatra e scrittore Vittorino Andreoli is even more skeptical: "I am afraid that this company does not ask anything, just ask and only technology where the technology void, change behaviors, it shows us what is needed to survive well, but does not resolve the meaning of life. Gradually we are becoming the primary by technology in a society of injustice. "
Poor None, clinging to the hope of a normal country where hello, as he said Zavattini, it means really good morning. Ants out of date in general flattening of the cost to society, which could be crushed between giant shoes and desolate rocks, as imagined twenty years ago, Anna Maria Ortese in a memorable story of Milan. A child, unfortunately slipped under the wheels of a tram, which offers lightning father anguished reflection on the meaning of life: "We are like ants, right, Dad?".
Should we say "Enough!" , as the designer Giancarlo Iliprandi that the Politecnico di Milano theorizes a cultural movement to change between the air and makes a great anniversary as prime contractors Dorfles. "Just that we do not like / Just without dirtying the walls / Just to communicate the desire to change."
or call out, as Luca Goldoni , investigator of the long course of national conduct, that at some point you realized that no longer lived in the same country where he was born. "It happened when I read an intercepted phone call between a politician's friend and former classmate waiting for a TV audition. "There was no way to give me a contract," said one. And another: "And how did you get it?". "There was no way to convince him." "So what?". "So Did I date". "
No matter who you are but who you know is philosophizes the student blog. Would a virus to the culture of convenience, "because if you do not rebuild a society based on the reciprocal duties we know not even enjoy our rights, "says Viroli. Need some act of courage in a country being blackmailed by selfishness and cracks. "No one begin to defend the few pebbles in the shoes of the great - said Don Antonio Mazzi, founder of Exodus - and do something about the lives of waste, even schools for the repeaters in this system just human, like Don Milani in Barbiana. Examples, responsibility, commitment, moral cleanliness, the only one parameter can not be legally recognized as that of money, they write so many. Then an indignant citizen drops a question. "Who came up with the wheeling and dealing, may have startled moral? ". We, as the ants orthoses, we hope. But it is legitimate to doubt.
Giangiacomo Schiavi July 18, 2010 © PLAY PRIVATE http://www.corriere.it/cultura/10_luglio_18/schiavi_senso_civico_605a76ec-9296-11df-929c-00144f02aabe.shtml
