Yesterday, there was snow on the volcano groped to understand the silence:
you know, the snow softens.
Yesterday, as we boarded the Millemetri sea level to do in two hours, everyone wondered why.
From Stromboli in Rome, February 12, 2009, for the second time in three weeks, 18 hours of travel between the ship, bus, ferry, train and walking up to the Deputies 13;
Stromboli Rome on 14, returning, all ' sunrise volcano black, white.
I got off the ship 7, go past the church of San Vincenzo - Stromboli - share Scar: 9 am. To climb the volcano, covered with snow.
And as you go up, every three steps you wonder why, among the reeds and broom.
Perhaps the reason is that the ship to Naples there will be no more, and hydrofoils will be cut off and with them the possibility to go to the doctor (here there is only a defense and if you are injured in climbing the mountain you go up to 'hospital alone, perhaps at Messina) or perhaps the right to education (to go to school beyond the eighth grade) or to get an identity card to the municipality (which is in Lipari) or in the bank.
Or more, something else that exists in the quotidiniatà but many of us need a sea voyage to get here.
course, for tourism, the only economic engine of the island over the past 30 years, which has replaced all other forms of production, much more difficult.
fact, going up in the reeds and gorse see the remains of stone walls, once the island was terraced on the olive tree was cultivated early, grapes, capers. Walls made of huge stones that still stand, a sort of Machu Picchu in the Tyrrhenian Sea. Ruined.
The effort and hard work, build, maintain for centuries.
made by people from the community, for the common good.
A good concrete, granite boulders moved, shaped, to get stuck a piece of land from cultivate.
And now, in our times, the common good should take up politics?
The same is reduced to marketing, to rally from a bar, a study on what the public wants or not, statements and denials, rumors and announcements.
A policy that constructs messages and behavior based on the preferences expressed by the TV audience to whom it applies.
So if the policy, which OBSERVATIONS Public Opinion on television, not interested in the common good may be because the common good does not interest the public, if not in words?
and past an old olive tree half buried, 400 meters high on an island without water or springs, you wonder how much effort to get it done grow up there, at the edge between vegetation and the volcano, on the wall. Can not, by themselves, if not for the common good.
Light. Evident.
But now what counts is private, the individual, be specific and different. What is "common" is not nobody, is worthless.
not like the ruins of an old tank, think about passing, built up in the mountains to collect the rain, than not. Those four were all calcined stones.
Now the public is only the one with the lowercase p.
Then we climb the volcano, we the public, we hope that there is a television, a radio, a reporter, we turn to the media audience, we hope that they serve to push politics thanks to television, to do what it has done before.
listen.
But at the top, when you spread the banner, the carbinieri plainclothes you have followed them without saying anything, presence "control" at the top that is not what you enough.
There the silence ends, there is strong wind that you spray the snow in my face, it's cold.
The volcano unleashes its explosion, the day see the little, but you hear more.
When you're up you look around and see the sea, Sicily, Mount Etna, the black mountain on which you are, snow. And all those with whom you have gone, you have shown, you have traveled, and all those who are down, as if livedessi, children Stromboli now-now, right now-have been accompanied to the Sciara del Fuoco, in what is a trip for them but for all is to feel part of something.
something to share, not yours.
something in common. The
well, common.
Perhaps this is why, then.
Then, going down, you're not alone.
And all you want, but not for you alone. Thanks
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