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too, this year I wrote my letter. It 's the letter of a citizen. Many consider it a bit 'naiff, others too feel-good. For me, there are two appreciations.

Dear Santa,

this year, in time of crisis, I ask you to give me an inexpensive gift. This is a simple word. I would like to disappear a word much used in everyday language.

know what it's called in Italy the political party that loses the election? Opposition. It is assumed that whoever loses the elections has as its fundamental task is to oppose.

would be nice to think that whoever loses the election to recognize the winner and work with him for the common good. You seem a crazy idea?

When Italy ruled some Prodi, the political part of his antagonist, that Berlusconi has never had the strength, courage and honesty to say "the majority of voters wanted Prodi , Prodi is our President ", rather, unlikely he feared electoral fraud. Then he opposed any government action, in any way trying to ridicule this poor Prodi.

when he ruled that Berlusconi, the music was the same in many ways even more violent. Do you think that in recent days, Mr Berlusconi has been hit in the face by a guy who has thrown in the face of a heavy object that has fractured nose and several broken teeth.

me this gift Santa Claus, make sure that whoever loses the next election is no longer called "opposition".

Make sure that whoever loses the next elections know say that the opponent has won its president and that he will work because the reasons of the minority have a voice in government.

Make sure that the candidates do not consider themselves opponents nor enemies, but simply antagonists.

So, dear Santa Claus, make sure that whoever loses the next election we should not longer be called "opposition".

do not know how well you do.

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In view of Christmas, an African tale.

concerns once again "just to cheer" (See group on Face Book Those who support only for ).

The message of the tale suggests the limits of their look and how wonderful the other distinctive features to be put to good use.

An old African woman had two large pots, each hung ends of a pole which she carried on her shoulders. The vessel had left a crack, while the other was perfect, and was always full of water at the end of the long walk from the village stream, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its achievements.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been done.
After two years that he realized its bitter failure, one day he spoke to the woman along the way:

"I am ashamed of myself because this crack in my side causes water to leak all the way to the village. "
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on the left side of the trail, but not from that other vessel?
's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, You watered them.
For two years I was able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the village. If you had not been as you are, we would not have those beauties.

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If you asked for it! And now which is not the victim.
was more or less repeat the phrase that they loved the fascists, Fascist squads, when they had to justify their cowardly attacks on unarmed political opponents.
These days it is unfortunately the echo resounded.
marked twenty years of fascism, like it or not, the Italian culture, not just the right, the culture as a whole.
In society we have not yet top of the hill the logic of the corporations so dear to the beam; in economics we are far from overcoming protectionist nepotistic towards the logic of an open market so unpopular with the beam, the civic and national level is still based largely on rhetoric Italic (I've already written in other posts) ordered by the beam, the political debate is still based on the demonization of the enemy to beat. "
If you add to this rhetoric, this all left, the figure of the rebel, the picture is complete.
is within this framework that should be read in the attack against the head of government, but above all it must be read in this context that some public statements and in particular those of Di Pietro and Rosy Bindi, "If you asked for it! And now that face the victim! " Unfortunately, this is the meaning of their statements.
This reckless and violent behavior by these two politicians (Bindi is the president of PD, sic!) That autoriducono grotesque caricatures of the role (if they were harmless, I would say caricatures), there is unfortunately in some strata of society , not only for youth, and manifests itself in large part on the network. After
vaffaday nobday and, finally comes a day in favor of something or someone to Tartaglia. This state of affairs
detrmina the need of politicians normally sensitive and responsible to distance itself and condemn the aggression "without ifs and buts." In any other country where she was assaulted the democratically elected head of government, the sentence would be so obvious and predictable that we would focus only on human solidarity and closeness. They say it is the attitude of Bersani. Well.
If you think a country where the prevailing sense of community, respect for democratic rules, the primacy of the individual on the role of individual responsibility, we think of a country to come.
There is a long way to go.
must start again from the nursery.

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Extracomunitari distributed by the nursery? Let's give him the "you". The heroism of normality

Repubblicaweb there on this beautiful testimony of a fellow citizen of our color.

makes you think.

I thought of a "small gesture" to travel the first inch of the way of respect, a condition for real integration: Have you ever noticed that the immigrants, when you spoke to him, you give the "you"? Can we stop.

's testimony.

I'm Italian and I have black skin. A black Italian, as I was told the passport control of the airport in Boston by African American security officers. But you have no idea what it means to be Italian and have black skin just in the Italy of 2009?

I understood when I go to City to Milan to request a certificate and produce my passport or my Italian identity card, without even the official check my documents, but only looked at him, still requires my residence permit means a document that no Italian citizen possesses. I remember an occasion when, in a decentralized branch of the City of Milan, an official was surprised that I could get the Italian identity card and called to help two other colleagues noticed that leaving the people in line to the respective branches. Their conversation went something like this.
"He gave me his Italian identity card but says he has no permission to stay. How is that possible?".
"How did you get an identity card, if you do not have a permit to stay there ... you know? Where did you get this document? Understand Italian? "." I do not have permission to stay, "I simply respond.
The document issued by the municipality (and in the hands of three officers of the City) was printed" Italian citizen "but they continued to focus only on my black face, as people lose patience in waiting.

Why not read what is written on paper? "I suggested. Moment of surprise, but .... I finally gave of her. "She is an Italian citizen? Why did not he say so? We are not accustomed to seeing an immigrant ...".

objection would seem to have some sense but instead, to cut short, I emphasize that they are now an Italian citizen, I feel the answer sentences like this: "You have an Italian passport but you're not Italian." Or, with a smile: "You do not have the Italian nationality as us, you only have Italian citizenship because you are extra.

When I lived near Viale Piave, Milan central area, it happened to me that evening while I was opening my car and I was holding the keys to a person approached me and asked why I was opening a peremptory tone that car . Instinctively I replied: "Because I'm stealing! Call the police immediately." And the executioner, displaced, which is not stayed away.

On another occasion in Milan at eight in the morning in a high traffic avenue, while my companion cut inadvertently led the way for a woman on the motorcycle. It 'ran down to make sure the wretched state. I took the wheel to move the car and leave the traffic at rush hour. Another woman (white) in the tail fell from his car and ran towards my friend (white) spreading panic and told her: "While you're here looking, you're an immigrant stealing the car." "It's not a thief, he is my companion, he was told.

Every time I moved, I had to face a sort of rite of passage. At first, I greet with a smile crossed the tenants in the hall for the event: "Hello!" or "Good evening." With the young everything runs smoothly. While adults are more suspicious. I can also understand them until they ask me if I live there, because it is the first time we meet. But I remain blown away when I am responding to the greeting phrases like: "Do not buy anything. You can not sell." "Who made you come in?".

In September this year I was with my son 12 years with him and waited for the arrival of the subway station to gym. As always, the speaker urged passengers not to exceed the yellow safety line. An elderly gentleman called out my son: "They talk with you, boy. You have exceeded the yellow line. You know that here is prohibited beyond the yellow line ... rude." I pointed out that my elder son was out of the yellow line but he continued to rant: "You should not even be in this country. ... Go home you scum of the world.'ll Pay sooner or later."

few weeks ago I went into Linate airport newsstand to buy a newspaper. There was a young officer tattooed all over, I approached him and told me to pay another chest open. I paid and I started toward the exit when the young officer he started yelling at the cashier: "That man of color has paid the newspaper?". The cashier replied shouting: "Yes, the black man has paid." Returning back to say: "There is no need to shout in this way. He as well while I was paying. "She looked at me right? You know who you're talking about? I look good! You know what they are? She realizes what is this?. "He tried to intimidate me." A racist! "I said." Yes, I am a racist. Be very careful. "" You're an idiot, "I replied.

those who live this everyday situations for more than 25 years and eventually accept them, pretend nothing happened to live without going crazy, or it can become suspicious, sullen, full of "prejudices on the other hand, often on tenterhooks with the risk of confusing situations and see racists emerge from all parties, to lose their heads and shouting and swearing in the crowd. And the perpetrator who has the knife the handle, calmly says using a "formula" fixed but very effective, "Look, is screaming to me is insulting. He is only a guest in my home. You are all witnesses ...".

I attended the event for the representation of a band to Aguzzano, near Piacenza. When almost everyone had left I saw a square in the middle of the Italian flag on fire without a reasonable explanation. I was careful not to turn it off even though I was close. What would think or how people would react seeing an "extra" in a village square with the Italian flag on fire in his hands? Too many symbols together. I left the flag burning pace of all. But I have infinitely

appreciated the conduct of the police presidium Metro Piazza Duomo in Milan. I did not want to get to work late and I was running around people. Suddenly I was grabbing and shoving behind. I found myself facing a young policeman in uniform that I yelled to hand over the documents. I gave my ID card to the already furious policeman who, without opening it, he ordered me to follow him. Once at the police station, told his colleagues: "This extra acts as a bully."

Luckily my explanations were not denied by linking this to the facts. The police carefully check my documents and after they concluded that their young colleague had wrong to offer their apologies. They were also sorry for being late to work.

After all, I have the impression that, compared to most people, the police do not seem abnormal finding himself in front of an Italian citizen with black or brown leather. "We're not used to!", We hear anytime, anywhere from nine out of ten people. It 'an excuse that no longer holds that after thirty years we live and work here, we get married with Italian / Italian, we mixed the children or not, that grow and are educated in schools and Italian universities.

A shocking fact is when three years ago I was attacked by four controllers Atm in Milan and ended up in the emergency room. Even today I am addressing processes, but with the controllers as victims and I as a defendant. One thing is certain, I still have faith in Italian justice.

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In an Italian city there is a bar.
Inside the bar there is a pool table.
Place the pool, four people playing bottles. Others are around to watch and make a few comments from time to time.
often speak in dialect or any dialect with a strong cadence.
If you talk politics, are competing to see who is more "against". They are used all the clichés as corny to declare against. Who against immigrants, accused of making the mob, who against judges, accused of making policy.
Remind them that the immigrants pay, on average, the taxes of the Italians, there is not anything for them, the extra words, and clandestine underworld are almost synonymous. Remind them that judges now put on the grill by Berlusconi are the same that made "clean hands", disintegrating at the time the ruling party (DC and PSI) and thereby opening up space for his advent in politics, it produces only discomfort.
The race between them comes down to who is and who is most antimagistratura antiimmigrazione.
They have a broad political representation in the League and in much of the PDL.

Next to the bar, there is another local wine shop. Inside
tables apparently homemade, but fine. The environment is friendly, yet elegant. You do not scream, it whispers. The atmosphere is one of the tavern, the price to Chez Maxime.
do not talk dialect, but an Italian wanted.
The diners, while denying it, you feel enlightened. They are convinced to be an elite.
If they talk about music, do not allude to Tiziano Ferro and Laura Pausini, no, too popular. They hear chants boring, but original: they must stand out. If they speak of television, do not allude to the best-known programs, no national-popular too, can draw up to a few episodes of Ballarò, but also on what they have to say. Sometimes they mention the last film with Polish subtitles in French. Not the film excites them, excites them to talk about the fact. In a
Montalcino and Sassicaia, talking about the rally against Berlusconi, according to them, should resign. The fact that the majority of voters, aware of the legal problems of the same, they have voted for them does not matter: the rules of democracy are valid only when their side wins.

their newspapers on the table (the most common in Italy), almost entirely devoted to the legal problems of the Premier, argue that in Italy there is no press freedom.
not understand that their position is not the majority. Consider who has a position different from theirs or in bad faith or ill-equipped.
Some of them, illuminatissima seized by intuition and benevolent, he says, but I also know good people who voted for Berlusconi! But vah?!? His goodness.
They have a wide representation in the political left, Di Pietro, a large part of the PD, from his former secretary, Dario Franceschini.

Faced with two rooms, they spend a lot of people. Normal people, who have no prejudice against foreigners, nor magistrates, that those who believe that the majority of votes must be able to govern.
Among them, some voted for Veltroni and then appreciated the early months of the Berlusconi government, especially when compared to the misery of the government that preceded it.
Some of them try to talk shyly with those of the bar, but is measured with a sense of vulgarity, meanness and arrogance that suggests not to continue the conversation.
Others try to have a chat with the enoteca. The result is no better: only six of those who do not understand them, look at you with distrust and a sense of pity. The atmosphere of totalitarianism.

Those loops have no desire to cry out against the magistrates, against immigrants, against a head of government. They want a policy that represents them, that combines hospitality, justice, respect for democratic rules. Do not cry, they prefer to listen to. But they have not much to listen: they have no political representation, even though lately, some voice rises: D'Alema, Casini, Fini, Napolitano. Voices seem less and less shy.

They are for the possibility of an extra chance of success in our country, is to give the possibility for judges to do their duty, are to ensure the ability to rule by those who enjoy the majority consensus.
These simple people, go back to their families, watch TV, listen to a song by Tiziano Ferro and Laura Pausini, gladly pay the contributions to the foreign caregiver and try to live their lives without being prisoners of the dogmas of their grandparents.
They are the heroes of normality.
If so critical at this stage of life of our country will be exceeded, will be mainly thanks to their faith and their patience. They have one hope: that intolerance remains confined to the vulgar intolerance snooty wine shop and bar.