I've never been a very patriotic person. Indeed. Even as a child I hoped to get out of my city, even as a teenager I had great hopes about to leave Italy. For purely political reasons, more intimate that that policy-I have never understood anything, or almost. I remember in elementary school made us write an essay on how to spend the evenings before going to sleep, and design at the bottom I had represented my grandfather sitting in an armchair with a newspaper in his hand, and headlines "Scalfaro in prison" ;. Poor guy, even knew who he was, Scalfaro. Well. It is said practically non-political person. Never really found a party that reflects my ideas-also not too clear. I understand that it is not only far-right here. It is not linked to Catholic parties, as an atheist.
So I never discussed politics, or at least not often, unless you know what I said and to be certain.
And then, I am the examination of Contemporary History.
Needless to say I'm going crazy on economic policies and policies blunt.
But the point is another, the point is the book about Aldo Moro. His letters from prison, those family members who have saddened me indefinitely. And I know that every word would be weighed, because revised by the Red Brigades, in their complaint, and perhaps ridettatura the prisoner to obtain a text appropriate to their strategy. The "strategy of terror",
And it is 55 days so complex, made of layers and nuances and things said and not said, which makes it impossible to have a real opinion, why should I document myself much more. And as I said, politics is not my forte.
In any case, I left a bad taste in my mouth. The
Br, the choice of hiding in the name of an ideal right-wrong that was. In the end, no one can say that they have the right, in things like this. The error in the methods that are more in the ideas [except in exceptional circumstances here. Ideas such as the superior race are still to be condemned, already have them]. I could not even say that the Red Brigades were the first in the history of the world to fight a tragic and sometimes inhuman their battle. He did the Church. They did such states civil, and less civilized. But I digress.
It seems that I am giving them right, but I do not think at all that we had none.
What really saddens me, was the behavior of the ruling class, that they have to depreciate at all costs Moro-Moro, the same for thirty years worked alongside them, who had to know and understand and interpret. Yes, there are been cases of politicians who have tried opening-the "channel". Double, at State and even the Vatican. The imperative to save Moro
still there.
But I do not know. I am left with the feeling that you could do something more. And the murder of Moro, that on May 9 '78, is a wound that Italy still has to lug around. A wound that often avoids recall much, but it's like a cut in the mouth that remains open because the language [and then the words and the memory] avoids heal.
That was a defeat for the Italian State.
It also shows that empty coffin, in the Mass attended by politicians, after Moro, in his letters, he asked not to have a state funeral, because the State did not want to learn more. Neither of his beloved DC, from where he resigned from his "prison".
I can not imagine the fear, anguish, disappointment and sparse flashes of light of a man who wrote and fought for himself until the end. Who engaged in the written words, because they were the only thing that remained in those 55 days. In that hole, three meters by one where he was confined. It does not matter, it was not a perfect man. It does not matter whether, with all its moderation and its tendency to compromise, failed to give a new look and better for the country-a country that some have turned their backs.
She struggled and Italy believe it. They believed.
E, boh. Maybe I just wrote a bunch of crap-I am just that hot.
The bitter taste remains for me. And I still have those words thrown down at the moment:
long wave of absent memory, this is an Italy
of desolate heritage.
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