" we are history, attention, no one is excluded.
we are history, we are these waves,
this noise that breaks the silence,this silence so hard to tell . [...]
But the story does not really stop in front of a door ,
history enters into the rooms and the burning
[...] We are history , we who write letters,
us that we have everything to win or lose everything.
[...]
History creepy because nobody can [...] change
The story has not hiding [...] "
Francesco De Gregori it History track, with a music and text in my opinion, touching, story, of course, all those human beings that history (the one with the "s " capital ") have suffered in some way: the soldiers of World War I - and I quote from case - who wrote letters home to say the least affected, the faces of so many photographs and videos depicting human beings exhausted, shrunken soul, disoriented, abbruttiti, scored once again, by history ...
The investigation that for years I care for "History on the Net " on the Moro case (revived on this BLOG ) was admirably summed up, for one aspect that few have read, by the excellent blogger Domenico Geluardi. I refer you to his post of December 17, 2010 : " The Moro case [...] is primarily a story of men, sometimes involved in full, sometimes only touched on the facts of a much larger individual. All, however, were marked in some way: the victims, the Red Brigades, investigators, politicians, ordinary citizens ... " Well, this story will trigger other stories are not necessarily linked to the Moro case, but also being part of the historic treaty period, the years of lead, the Cold War, those areas are not well defined and definable do not know what legal and illegal , not to say coexisting in the same person or function. I came across one of these stories, a human story, journalistically insignificant (if at all) and then ... and then who cares! Street, goes beyond ... already goes beyond ... but the story was written by De Gregori, " gets inside the rooms and the burning . And the rooms are the individual lives invested by history or relationship with history, without even knowing it. Have the relative (husband, lover, uncle, grandfather and leave it to you other degrees of relationship) a piece of history, especially that of the '60s and '70s, can still cause suffering and bewilderment. Why " history has no hiding, no one can change " and if you tell it in a way, if you say that your roots (your father, your grandmother, etc..) Are in a certain way and you come to discover - always the hard way, in the most brutal - so that is not your roots that they have made the game sometimes dirty history ... Well, do you a world collapses, a "hook in the sky "... e allora, se ami la VITA e la VERITA', se sei un autentico essere umano, un'autentica donna o uomo, allora VUOI SAPERE, CONOSCERE, CAPIRE! Perchè ti manca il classico tassello che forse hai sempre intuito, ma nessuno in casa ti ha mai aiutato a trovare e mettere al posto giusto. La storia, dicono, la fanno i grandi, ma la vivono i piccoli , non sempre nella tragedia, anche nello sviluppo e nel progresso, certo, ma quanta tragedia ha segnato i piccoli. Grazie al mio ricercare mi è capitato di incontrare alcuni fra questi piccoli . Gente che è disorientata perchè " la storia non sempre mi è stata raccontata per farmi crescere, di dentro ", because my grandmother, my uncle, etc.. maybe it was not the hero he thought, did everything I was told, my dad was in prison because of his errors, within a particular historical context, but nobody told me, and I am I know only at the end ... the story also burns at a distance of 30, 40, 50, 60 years of events from happening, if you believe in roots, in 'attachment to their origins . People like Gianfranco, Andrea, Angelo - random names, small names that no one ever remembered in the cycle of history - we take these sources and would like to know, no ifs, ands or buts , openly absurd and useless. The story is told, not as a fairy tale, but at the right time to be flat-spotted the lie rapes because our ability to judge. I know my history, my roots. Then decide whether to hide behind a finger, if you reject it or load it on the rump of my personal experiences and collective. But I feel free! Do not lie, old, your children, who are the subsequent generations up to you! Give him the chance to know. Help them to know! Prepare them to suffer. A being raped in every sense, is a being who could loose right direction because it has suffered the foolish desire of others who helped in various ways decided what was good for him or just what - a "just " that gets inside you and destroys you - it was good for themselves . A " well for themselves" that ignores the individual and the individual paths of each of us. Take short, oral history , send what you have seen, and do it with love, that is with Truth. Otherwise, history has not served to nothing and you have not understood anything.
