Tripoli is so close to Italy that we will long continue to look out the window, feeling part. Perhaps hoping that the wind from the south, and that often fills our streets of sand in the desert, shooting a bit 'strong enough to mess up your hair even more. Even if, on reflection, maybe you decide to stay at home because it is better to be combed.
I read that May 6 will be a next momentous day, in which all workers and citizens of good will are called to participate in small acts of revolutionaries who really wants to change this Italy. (Quoted text of an invitation to participate) do not read newspapers for three days - how wonderful! - And then I had to try. "What will happen on May 6?"
is the big day, that of the general strike, finally! I thought it was a good one, the general and generalized to the bitter end, until victory. That when the country starts to hang, with the truck stops on highways, with the goods left to decay, with no bread bakeries, and fruit to rot on trees. The first day of many, that plan is to remove all the supermarkets of food, those in which offices are closed, and banks, and schools. Waking up in the morning, after three days of lethargy and be called the Revolution is a great awakening.
We would like to go back to sleep after realizing that the wind from Libya is nothing more than that warm and uncomfortable and that exhausts sweaty armpits, which fortunately is now winter and it rains, and does nothing if when it rains you die, in Italy, however, because it is always better AFA coming from the south. Four-hour general strike, territorial, because you at least pretend to do something if you want to suggest to workers that the CGIL still makes sense.
May 6 is far away, and fortunately there are other dates to make us feel all united and all ready to change. On 8 March, for example, will not be processed as usual on the day of humiliation of women, but an important opportunity to ask once again: "If not now, when?" I had thought it was a good question , to which I replied: "Yesterday!" But now that me reproduce, I have the right answer: "If not now, when?"
"Next time."
That maybe will
March 12, the Constitution, or on April 6 for a process, or April 25, when for the tenth consecutive year the government - with official statements - will encourage the brain of the Italian "withered in endless disputes or claims There is nothing to celebrate, celebrate, or because they are anti-fascist. And then on May 1, Labor Day in which the slaves will work, and the unemployed finally have a free concert.
The wind that brings clouds coming from Libya yellow, full of desert sand. What if it rains then the streets and car color, dirty, forgotten clothes hung out to dry, and do swear women who had struggled to wash them and lay them. The wind of Libya is that warm wind that makes people nervous, which swells the sea and you can not go fishing. The wind in the long run, come from anywhere, is always and only a big nuisance. To us, we like the calm.
Rita Pani (stateless)
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