... but fortunately or unfortunately I am. So sang Giorgio Gaber.
Today starts the European championship in Italy. And I, as a mere fan, I will follow closely matches the national team hoping for a victory. I'll do it with ease and without much participation, because I do not feel Italian (although in fact they are). I'm not Italian, because I do not like Italy and want to belong. I was born here on this earth by chance. It does not excite me very words such as country, nation, the Italian people. Under the tricolor flag peoples are united with each other too different to tradition, culture, structure socioeconomic, political history. Neapolitans and Veronesi (as such, taken as a generality) can never be members of the same nation. The Italian workers is much more "big brother" of the worker rather than German Italian entrepreneur. Nations, and worse states (from which the nations), are nothing more than the markets that have the rule data, erasing the cultural identity of a particular town or village or city.
on what united Italy? Are united on what the Italians? Just look at the racism of the North against the South, the homes rented for 50 years at all (except the south), and finally the deafness of the rest of Italy against the refuse emergency in Campania. And I? Should I feel Italian? Tonight I stand up and sing the national anthem, which speaks of unity and brotherhood of which no trace now?
The league is allowed to say that if we give fiscal federalism, they are ready to take up arms for independence! Our President does, he says? Nothing. And I'm supposed to be part of those same people there? Napolitano, but do me the pleasure ...
Come on guys, win the European. But if you do not win, I will sleep very well anyway.
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