"The list of such connections could go on and reiterates a concept very hard to get into the head of the Italians: the past is not dead and buried, it is useful to know and understand, because this yet most of the protagonists of that time. "
(tratto da " Da via Gradoli alle élite internazionali ", post del 26/11/09 - BLOG "OSSERVATORIO" )
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"... Corrado Simioni è morto da circa un anno. E' un altro pezzo della storia misteriosa d'Italia che va via mantenendo tali i proprio segreti. [...] In questa Italia divisa tra zoccole, transgender, corruttori e corrotti, chi ha interesse per la verità sulle stragi, sugli anni di piombo, in definitiva sulla nostra Storia? Importa a pochissimi...."
(tratto da " Segreti nella tomba ", post del 28 ottobre 2009 - BLOG "OSSERVATORIO" )
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What can I say?
First of all, that is not my bag of flour, but a blogger who has my respect and understanding.
understanding with sadness I say ... and anger. Sadness because understand the isolation and despair of people trying to stimulate the attention, the conscience about our past that the past is not, and here I associate myself with Sciascia, who inspired "spiritual " of this blog. The interest on so-called "mysteries of Italy" is now at a record low. In a nutshell: do not give anything to anyone to know who blew up in Air Station Bologna ... and here the list goes on, back and forth in time . The problem, dramatically, is the lack of roots . A country without strong cultural, spiritual and historical is no longer a country, is no longer a community. Root mean connection with the ground where he was born and grew up . Roots means memory, working memory, curious, deep, true!
Think what it might mean in the life of a man or a woman, wake up with no memory, no memory, no past, while being alive! You just got this totally disconnected from your roots ... and have a future that is all to build, inside! The people you loved no longer exists, although it is around you. There is no longer why do not you recognize it, is no longer inside you ...
This is our condition of Italians without roots, without memories.
This is convenient to many, because if you do not interest most of the Moro case, for example, do a favor for a lot of people still alive in this country and not just in this. The same applies to the case Fenaroli ... Fenaroli? Who was he? And Simioni? And Luigi Cavallo? And Victor Aurel Spachtholz? Who were they? Boh ... and after all, who cares? Live the same without ... Certainly, no one lives the same, and strength to live the same without this and that we are naked, but with no ashamed of. Nudes, happy and contented as idiotic without reference points, awareness, connections between past and present. And here triggered anger. The anger of those people who do not believe they are better than others, but simply people who love life in his terrible and wonderful complexity. The
Blog OBSERVATORY "travels" on this line. That's why I quote from the blog friends. For this deserves maximum visibility. Visibility to criticize, to assent or dissent, to deepen or ask .... visibility to feel part of a shared history.
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