comes to mind a television program hosted by Indro Montanelli, Vittorio Foa and Beniamino Placido. In most episodes there was talk of politics, were the years of Berlusconi's first steps, but I remember
a fragment in which the scholarly discussion of a topic you move the remote and barren 'sociology, on' italianity essence.
In particular, we discussed that attitude definitely err on the side of our cunning, we are convinced that this is
evolution of intelligence, when in fact it is a degeneration.
['ll find ' the video and place it 'in the message tonight].
And 'Italians, for example, to soak up fuel at a service station, if a technical error
the pump continues to supply fuel than the price paid, and is definitely Italian
call friends and family because they too take advantage of it.
E 'by Italians and then wonder what is considered a theft, and surveillance cameras
have taken the license plate numbers of all the heroic, capable of credits generated, villains.
[true story happened recently].
Being Italian is hard because you can 'expect everything from their fellow citizens: incivility
living and learning on the same floor, and the distance between an arrogant and a generous is nothing.
Too often, the wealth is only interest, too often good ideas are degraded to ideologies.
There is in my writing in a conclusion 'but' comforting, a reference to an immense wealth to live on a pension.
I do not want to end with a 'but we have a culture stroardinaria, our country is the most' beautiful world '.
Italy is a difficult country.
And for this reason, the Italians if they are some how those three old gentlemen,
around a table, discussing with exemplary lucidity, but from different positions all reasonable
how difficult it is to be Italian, honest, serious, hard-liners.
Well, those are the Italians who I love.
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