Not at all. I do not think that they have celebrated. The Alpine everyone, especially family members, the parents of the Alpine died in Afghanistan, the last soldier who lost his life serving our country. Doubly unfortunate
our Alpine, I say we because it's all of us, or so it should be; doubly unfortunate because first of all who lost their lives, although at school we were taught that dulce et decorum est pro patria mori, but times have changed as the language, but even more unfortunate because his life, almost just begun, yet almost unlived, it lost in these days of celebration, when everybody thinks to have fun, to celebrate Christmas and New Year even more, including balls, barrels, fireworks, dinners, and a foolish wish, designer clothes to wear the New Year's Eve, red pants and I do not want another name for decency.
And in the midst of these festivities prepared for a long time, no time to pause, to reflect for a moment of silence and pain.
No time to think, to realize that there is nothing, absolutely nothing to celebrate when one of our soldiers in a faraway country he died, he died far from home, for us, even for us.
But this night, from I read when I was a refugee, trying to protect and reassure the terrified my animals, I felt the same barrels, the noise of the same race, the same fireworks, the same cries of the people on the street and I thought the same noises of the stoppers of sparkling wine jumped and the clink of cups in the ritual of always cheers midnight and beyond.
I had hoped, I did not feel I was deceived.
I had hoped that the pain and dismay the gathering, the perfect close with the families of fallen climbers, he braked and held the festivities, even if long prepared, to show solidarity to all of us who certainly did not celebrate, not uncork the champagne, it has ate the cake, not toasted the new year.
And I also think of another house, that of Yara, where his parents certainly did not celebrate the start of the new year without their daughter.
But my dream of solidarity has not been achieved and everything has remained slavishly to the same years. Usual
barrels, used to hurt, I think even two deaths, one died from stray bullets, another fell down from the window of the house on fire, burn usual, the day after the usual recommendations for unexploded fireworks.
in Rome took place regularly Baglioni concert with large crowds cheering, and so the same way as was done previously for other concerts in other cities. In Venice, the
tredizionale group kiss in Piazza San Marco and in the capital the usual dip in the Tiber. All according to script.
In Naples, buried in the trash, they celebrated and were shooting the barrels, despite the recommendations of the reason and to avoid demonstrations that fireworks could ignite the garbage.
But the more disconcerting, the biggest surprise, the biggest pain, the greater the indignation when I tried it this morning, just levatomi out of bed, as usual, I heard the first giornaleradio, 5 and that of course the next to have a confirmation, unfortunately, but I was hoping not to have warmly.
I thought I understood and it would seem logical that first reported the news was the most important and gradually followed by the others in descending order of importance, or so I proceed.
So perhaps it was, according to the logic of who sets the priority of news to report.
And the first news, the most important concern, alas, just the way of celebrating the New Year as the second took place in various cities with high priority for Naples and surrounding areas.
Following the war report injuries, burns and deaths, fallen on the front of the festivities, and impossible to miss, a panoramic look around the world on New Year's Eve, with privilege to the European capitals. Immediately after the
message to the nation by the President of the Republic to unified networks, with a long list of reactions, one-off uniformly agree, our politicians have all expressed their great appreciation for the message.
Still later, the news of the rejection by Brazil to the extradition of common criminals, pseudoterrorista, Cesare Battisti, and only after that, the news and a few words of comment on the death of our Alpine in Afghanistan.
The same pattern was followed, more or less on the news, Rai 2, which preceded the New Year's Concert from Vienna.
Honestly I expected something different. I expected more respect for a young man of twenty-four dead in Afghanistan to do their duty, I would have expected greater solidarity, spontaneous, unanimous for parents and family of this boy, I would have expected a painful and voluntary desertion from the festivities planned in mourning, for this life over.
But none of this.
was a dream, but dreams often come true.
But then I wonder, in a moment of remorse, as I could grow this naive dream, if the President of the Republic, in his aforementioned speech to the nation's year-end, broadcast networks that had unified and, irony of fate, as principal subject and principal at young people, their expectations disappointed, our responsibility to them, their importance for the future of our country, did not the main topic of his sermon, the death of our country for the Alpine.
Perhaps this was not a young man like all others, with equal dignity and deserving of equal attention?
Perhaps all of Italy should not have been in mourning, not to ruin the festivities of New Year?
Or maybe it was too late to change a speech already written for some time and maybe even improvise in the wake of emotion and feelings of the moment?
result is the usual sermon, similar to that of any previous year, including its predecessors, which aroused the applause and consent of the way of all politicians, even of opposing factions, because it was impossible to disagree with obvious granted and always repeated, with self-evident truth, with warnings and exhortations, obvious and unnecessary, with recommendations on good will and to do better than all, without exception could not subscribe. The usual script
granted.
But this time there was something more, there was the death of a young soldier of twenty-four who lost their lives for the homeland for all of us. Sincerely
by the President we would have expected something more.
Mr. President, do not count for anything, but you're not my president. Alpine
Goodbye dear, I forgive because of your young age, he had disturbed, choosing to die right now, our New Year celebrations.
Domenico Mazzullo
d.mazzullo @ tiscali.it
www.studiomazzullo.com
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