Going Away…
In those days the urge to go away from here is great.
I’m going to be saturated by all the wrong things that are happenings here in Italy.
I cannot resist to this mafia life!
You are no one, you do not count, you are “Mr. Nobody”, you can’t find a good job, but if you KNOW someone the things can change.
But even if you meet with oter people like you, swimming in the shit we are living in, they do not even listen to you, they stand still in this brown sea, telling you that, at least, it is warm…
Where am I living? In a land forgotten by God? In a land where everyone has already accepted their slavery to the God Money? Is Democracy the one that we have now?
The question that comes into my mind now is:…
Am I protesting too much?
Am I too demanding or there is something that is going wrong?
The population seems to live in a sort of limbo where it seems that anything can have the power to hit them. They seem to be blind against all those happenings that are so wrong that I remain scandalized evey time.
But all those things are commonly accepted.
This is not the world in which I wanna give the birth my future sons, this is not the world I wanna force them to live in.
Once, when I heard some foreigners telling me “Italia, Pizza and Mafia” I was used to go slightly mad.
Now I could correct them: “Italia. Mafia. and maybe pizza”
I am really sad in those days.
I’d like to take the first opportunity to fly away from Italy, and I am not joking. I wanna have a new challenge, in a nation that is able to recognize the will to work and to progress, in a nation that is not as saddening like Italy nowadays!
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