Far from “Home”: how do I feel?
It has already passed more than a month since my departure from Italy. Telling the truth I am near to the two months now, so time to sum it up, the good and the bad things.
London is a Big city, completely different from the small Trieste (the place I formerly called Home), but this is not a bad thing. It is not a metropolis like Milan, where you can hardly see the sun, hidden betweek the skyscrapers and the pollution. London is like a small village… that extends for miles and miles and miles… Yes, no big skyscrapers (only few), no cement everywhere, but a lot of parks! Wow, the city is Great!
Of course the city is one thing, but the mentality? The mentality I run away from was the one of the “Intelligent“, of the “Brilliant Brains“, of those who does not respect the others. Yes, unfortunately I cannot spend good words for Italians, I really can’t because the latest yearsh has been a pain for me: it seemed like everyone was regressing to the middle ages, where only the powerfuls survived…
At work you must be careful, because everyone try to avoid responsabilities, dischargin on the other everything they can. Sometimes there is an unfriendly “game” commonly called “barrel unload” or “boiling potato“, let me explain you…
If something happens (usually a bad thing, like a failure in a project or something similar) you can see the people unloading the guilt one to another, like they had a boling potato in their hand. So the vision should quite funny the first time: stupid men that are unable to take their own responsibility… but then two different thoughts comes up:
- if you see this thing happens, sooner or later someone will discharge the potato on you
- After the first, unbelievable ridicolous, time you attend such a scene, you understand that there is nothing ridicolous in it: it is incredibly sad!
As long as I have seen here in England the things works differently. People are respectful, they take their responsibilities and they help you if they can (even without you asking for!).
Far from “Home”: how do I feel?
First of all I have to tell you that in all the aspects you can think, now for me THIS IS HOME. London is Home, not Trieste any longer!
And I feel Great!
After two months the sum is that I feel well being out of Italy, out of the air of despair, out of the unhealty, mafious, wheels of italian style!
Yes, my friends, sometimes looking the things from another point of view can help to sum it all: Italy is not doing well, is a rotten nation, rotten in its roots! Italy must reborn, because now it is threated like the toy of some few powerful people.
I feel sorry, Italy, to tell these things… but they are the truth, and Mafia is not only the visible things that lives in the beautiful Sicily, but it’s well hidden everywhere, and it is silently ruining the future of all the italians, because it’s like a cancer: eats whatever it can!
And for those who will indignate for my words I can tell you something… look at the football, at the politics, at the industry and make a good coscience exam before telling me that what I’ve written is not true!
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