All the fear of the world
The cities of the world are afraid. Things that men have built over time, their metropolitan and their skyscrapers, their coaches and their airplanes, their neighborhoods and their centers. The revolt against. They are afraid of things that were donated, their rivers and their winds. The revolt against. They are afraid of their men. Their styles and their ways, their prayers and their oaths, their veils and their bodies revealed
. The revolt against. cities of the world burst. Anger and rage, bombs and hope, beauty and happiness, language and sound, light and shadow. Break out of their wealth and their poverty, their angels and their demons, their history and their future, their power and their impotence.
Rome is not afraid.
Rome was built because fear remained outside its walls. Here was the space of rhetoric and politics of the gods and ancestors, and the ease of the law. The space of the riots and the tribunes of the conflicts and the institutions of the people. Here the public space was sacred. Over the centuries, has felt the fear, many times. More armies have crossed, to defend or conquer it. More sores have exhausted. As with anything else, we have seen everything and its opposite. Still, Rome is still here. A World Heritage Site. It is his story.
Rome is a city scared. Yet, fear is now living among us, lives next door. A city is a city scared unhappy. He looks around cautiously, rummages in his pockets and anxious hearts, put his men to strains or forces them to flee, cursing the world. Rome is not so. Rome is a city unhappy. The mist
icanza This city is good landslides, sled is stirred continuously mobility. Bursting with health and is growing. Once, the city was plastered over, the hosts were in the east of Abruzzo and Calabria were masons in the south, the students were around the campus and the employees were not far from the ministries. Moving from Centocelle Appia was a sign of social mobility, a higher status. Today, change can happen to Tor Pignattara anyone, even coming from the city center. Today, life is not as straight and does not always rise. We feel sure of losing identity, but as he travels the world. The Bangladeshis are crammed to St. John as a Tor Bella Monaca, a young couple living there Morena Roman Romanian one and the other to pay less rent, from Castelnuovo di Porto Campagnano and the Romans have left the casino picky City and arrived Eritreans for which the city is too expensive, the market at Campo dei Fiori is talking all the accents of the world among foreigners who are spending their foreign masters and selling fruit and vegetables for their masters. The city does not draw the real estate agents, they build valore sui nostri bisogni e desideri. Noi mettiamo su casa, loro ci fanno «proprietari». Da «proprietari», ora che abbiamo un «valore», non vogliamo che tra i nostri vicini abitino immigrati e gente poco dabbene, che ne abbassano il prezzo. Come se potessimo contare qualcosa nell’andamento delle bolle speculative degli gnomi finanziari che fanno andare su e giù i nostri mutui e i nostri «beni». Loro, gli immigrati, portano fatica e sudore, fanno le cose che non sappiamo, che non possiamo, che non vogliamo fare più. Loro sono il segno del nostro benessere acquisito. Loro sono i nostri «macheroni», i loro figli siedono nei banchi di scuola accanto ai nostri, le loro donne fanno la spesa al mercato accanto ours. And Rome can not build many Brucculino, is not New York, Rome can not build a lot of Palermo Viejo, Buenos Aires is not. Separate ghettos in this city against his vitality. It is against its history, for the one we had, the Jews, we should still bring shame and pain. The salad is rather good and does well. Who knows love Rome. And he knows caparla.
Okay, here comes the scum. And let us make your ass is scum, those who come here to steal our homes and to touch our women. Get out the balls and let us make him see what stuff we are. If they come with a knife, we will go with the gun, and if they come with the gun, we'll go with the gun. But if you are with the gun, with what we're going with the gun? This is the idea?
Ten years of zero tolerance in New York did not prevent the towers were down. While Giuliani was the mayor from the face of fierce, America's enemies were preparing to attack. Under his nose. The Narrow Margin, orcs, rummaging through the enemies of our freedoms, jackal among our assets. Should we give up our lives, to silence them? And, if it works? And how much does it cost?
Carabinieri General Mori was appointed by the mayor's chief of security. Some said: racks. But in twenty years in Sicily, while he raked Palermo and surrounding countryside, Riina was not moving Corleone from his under his nose. It was fine for damages. It is the deployment of stocks that stops enemies.
It was not an escort to save Moro Via Fani. And fifty-five days, military and police patrolled every street corner, they entered every house, they searched everywhere, but not picked out a spider hole. More, they found him dead in the heart of the city under their noses. It is the deployment of the army and the abandonment of freedom that saves lives. That saves us.
They sent the boys dressed as soldiers to patrol intersections. Jeeps and soldiers as were the streets of Baghdad. It is the "preventive war." Someone has declared war on the citizens of Rome. And the geese, like fireflies Pasolini have disappeared: not more squawking to notify us.
fan the flames of insecurity and fear is dangerous. In the end, those who applaud boots and camouflage think it is time to go it alone, and feels entitled to buy a gun and keep it on hand, to be more relaxed. It is unknown whether each face a potential enemy, who knocks on my door if you intend to fool me, if everyone who enters my shop might rob me, they will find bread for their teeth. Expect another die Re Cecconi, for a joke to a friend, to understand that we are putting madness?
Rich Americans build their panic room, in which slip when the perception of fear becomes high: thick walls, alarms, food for survival, security cameras, lights, weapons. To save us, we have to be holed up in our homes. Or chase them all away, make the city was reinforced as our house reinforced. If we feed our fears Rome entire city can become a panic. We can afford? We will be a field with the city open to the world.
Who is rich and can afford to do their neighborhood an area with a high surveillance, with his private army. Let others throats about the little, what fear is that fear can lick her beautiful garden, to ruffle the water of the pool. But trees Wire Tower, a rich and privileged woman, died in horrible ways as Simonetta Cesaroni, any girl who worked hard.
Armed gangs bipartisan
The Po leaguers are the ones who scream most of all for security. But if the League are keen to do their Bagnolo San Vito Inferiore Venegono a model city in absolute safety, that if they do. Then try to explain where do the orc them, because in quiet Cogne Anna Maria Franzoni massacres Socket her son, for in Novi Ligure Erika and Omar so fiercely stab their own blood, because Grass Olindo and Rosa with a hammer on a rage child, because in the farmhouse of a charming small town, Leno, Desirée is drawn, raped and murdered by a bunch of kids led by an adult, because father and son, in a passage of blood, soil and bar, can kill Abba, who stole the snacks. All mothers of the world are not like Anna Maria Franzoni, all neighbors of the world are not like Olindo and Rosa. And all the Romanians in the world do not come from the depths of darkness as Mailat to rob, rape and kill at a metro station in Rome, a woman who comes home from work. But the Northern League want to drive away all those who have no Celtic blood. Well, there we take them South and immigrants: we need to do and of talents, skills and stories. That i padani continuino a fare polemica con Federico Barbarossa e Garibaldi, e vadano a farsi fottere. Abbiamo altro cui pensare, problemi «un attimino» più complicati di Chignolo Po e Ponte di Legno. Noi siamo Roma, metropoli del mondo.
Di turismo Roma ci campa, di quello religioso e di quello archeologico, di quello di massa e di quello dei vip, di quelli che comprano solo una mezza acqua minerale e di quelli che prenotano le suite del De Russie o dell’Excelsior. Comunque, tutti acquistano qualcosa: una paccottiglia a Fontana di Trevi o un gioiello da Bulgari. Ci portano soldi freschi, ci danno da lavorare: noi ci sobbarchiamo lo sfinimento del loro peregrinare o della loro cafonaggine, loro si ciucciano il nostro caos e la nostra maleducata indolence. The exchange is fair. But who is obsessed with the "dignity" of a museum city to clean up its "human filth" - bums, window washers, gypsies, prostitutes - and throngs of tourists to visit in disciplinary trooped behind their guide with the umbrella, imagine another Rome, a Rome company town tourism, and around this idea want to conform our lives. The decorum and public decency seem to be the only politician capable of being bipartisan. Rutelli cleaned by the steps of the church where homeless people begging for a favor to the pope during the Jubilee, Veltroni scarrozza the Roma as far away from the eyes and heart. Alemanno misura la lunghezza delle gonne sulla Salaria e l’Olimpica. È la nostra sharia, il peccato diventa reato, facendoci vergognare. Ai bipartisan decorativi interessano solo garbati turisti incolonnati per un rapido sightseeing su un autobus a due piani, e vomitati in un qualche ristorante con cui ci si è messi d’accordo e noi a fare ciao con la manina, educati. Non come i cicloturisti olandesi che si muovono per conto proprio e si fermano dove capita, perché allora «te la vai cercando». Se vengono gli hooligans, per dire, invece li massacriamo subito di botte, come è accaduto all’Olimpico – per sicurezza, per fargli capire come stanno le cose. Loro, i turisti, devono stare con due piedi in una scarpa, noi simpatici and smiling, with the baton behind his back.
Be poor but safe
Security is the tale they tell us to please, not to make us want to control us. We will have to be poor, these times are. However, we will be safe. Be poor but safe. It is the tale of fascism, when it was fine when it was worse. But even then, there were Orcs. Mussolini gagged the press in Rome when the girls were abducted and raped. Then they took one that had nothing to do, Girolimoni, but have made a guilty believing that one could be sure. The orcs there always are. The orcs do not invent the papers but the papers - now that the press is "free and independent" - We revel with our feelings and our fears.
religious thought and economic thought and anchovy butter to go there with the idea of \u200b\u200bmortification and renunciation of pleasure. Do not be too ambitious, you do not want too much, not too popular, do not be too many friends. Moreover, the poor for the kingdom of heaven. The man tells stories. The economic crisis is a story. A narrative to intimidate them together around the Tree of Wooden Clogs. Beware of the black man, do not go into the woods, stay away from the house of pandizucchero. But in fairy tales real orcs have claws and there is not always a happy ending. Inside the crisis lies the most massive shift of wealth since the war, who already has a lot more will have, and everyone stays in his place. Stay away from the house of pandizucchero.
Statistics show that those who most feel the social perception of risk are those that are generally less victims: women and the elderly. Why take to protect themselves behaviors that reduce the risk: they live in the city only during certain hours, they attend only specific places and persons. Lay down their lives in established habits. Obligatory routes. Outside the tracks safer, there are orcs. The orcs all of us.
Someone keeps count of how many husbands and sweethearts they have killed their partners in these months? The stranger is often the key to the house, is not the dark, but from the living room. Breathing fear, destroys the soul: we are being afraid of different races and colors, but the gay, lesbian or transgender people are attacked and scarred as the Roman and Roman times. In the end, the other, the outsider, what disturbs me even if it becomes the alien invader eats bucatini all'amatriciana since bell. Any difference now triggers the sirens on highest alert.
A city is a city scared unhappy. Safety - they say - is the basis of the city. But a safe city does not mean a happy city - if it is a city of shit, it remains a city of shit - and we we want to live a happy city. The others are the prerequisite for a happy city. A city's life with others, the lives of others. Without others there is no city, there is no happiness. Fear has become a form of socialization of our loneliness. Fearful or beast. Holed up and dumb, or aggregated patrols and teams of blades and blood, and berciante. This is not Rome.
The happiness of a republic
In a tumultuous world through fear seems to want to be happy with a declaration of insanity. But the opposite of fear is not courage, is desire. Perhaps the security that we do not want to give up here is this: the possibilities of the world. Perhaps we imagine the world without fear is a world of opportunities. Innovation, risk and knowledge. Conflicts. I'm afraid I can not choose. If I can not decide over life. If I can not understand. Know. Move. Change. Meet. Love. Share. Becoming. Beat me. So I'm afraid. I'm afraid of my keepers.
Perhaps we now want a republic that has no founding myth for the fear.
handle our fears. Against those who pollute and deface our land, makes them dump or gasification, there has rebelled. Feasibility studies, diagrams tranquilizers have always opposed the uncertainty for a future 'secure' too far from our daily lives and the fear it ends to clear the ways and meaning. We fear the end of our world, that is the whole world that we know well, where we house. That is like being afraid of the end of the world.
In the fifties and sixties, the Cold War between the imperial and military blocs, the U.S. and the Soviet Union, threatening the end of the world, the clash between warheads. Today seems to return the nightmare of that war, now have armies, symmetric and asymmetric, facing each other. We will not keep them away from our walls, we may have to go out to meet them again to stop. We want to beat us from our walls, to stop them again.
We want to meet the path of migrants, nomads at their feet, look here riposo e vogliono a tutti i costi la loro città. Hanno già capito la cosa essenziale, lottare con le unghie e con i denti: sono nostri concittadini dovunque essi siano.
Vogliamo andare incontro a chi riveste di sogni qualunque richiesta elementare di diritto, di reddito, di casa, di garanzie e di certezze, a chi crede che il desiderio d’una vita degna e felice possa forzare l’ordine delle cose e del potere.
Il tumulto è il cuore della nostra repubblica: per batterci, dovranno cospargere di sale Roma, dopo averla rasa al suolo. Noi siamo qui, non abbiamo paura.
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