Sunday, November 21, 2010

How Do You Gracefully Refuse A Gift




Pastrana, central Spain

New Deal what you want, but the ' exposée of 15 minutes on something typical of your country (a novel, a film, an author ..) do not you remove the no.
The other day it happened to me. And the argument because of my origin, it could be that Carlo Levi and his novel (Le Christ s'est arrêté à Eboli) well known, inter alia, in Belgium.
are now party to a rocket pomposissimo discourse on the writer, the novel on which symbolizes Christ in this case, the civilization, the fact that everyone, and I say everyone, I am convinced that Eboli is the place of the novel, set in reality Aliano in Lucania. The story of the Southern question, eternally unresolved. The talk about a video of 1978 where Francesco Rosi speaks about his new film at Cannes.
- It is 50 has not changed much. Young people still need to migrate for work , said the director.
I raise him and add another thirty years. For the benefit of those who say that we should stay and fight. Sure. Those who have already died in the past, children and grandchildren as well, and their great-grandchildren are more dead than alive. If

Carlo Levi would not return today the misery of that time, continuous. Instead, what has remained intact to the south is the sense of isolation. Have gathered a non-populated south from subjects as citizens but who have never counted nothing. An area outside not only the economy but also the history and politics. The best and worst of what happened, the Renaissance, fascism, anti-fascism, the workers' struggles, terrorism, the battles for civil rights, the craxismo now Lega and Berlusconi are all things that happened in the north and lived passively south.

then show him a chart that shows the appalling disparities in GDP between regions. Fabienne At that point, the teacher, who thinks the political crisis in his country asks me
- But none of you question the solidarity tax?
But it goes! What comes to mind? There has really never thought anyone.

then I speak in the league. A right-wing xenophobic party, the separatist and racist rhetoric. They wear green shirts ( but then they are fascists!? someone Flashed), offer the sinking of the boats of immigrants. Adro retelling of the school where the symbol of a party, as in Nazi Germany, has been camping everywhere, benches, windows, signs, in a public school for a month without anyone beat an eyelash.
Then when I point out that are also part and parcel of the ruling coalition becomes general disbelief.
- No, then you are made much worse, Fabienne concludes. I
glad to have relieved.

exit stops me Carmen. He asks me if I'm really at Eboli. With the same tone as if we were talking about San Francisco.
-Do you know why I ask? I'm from Pastrana!
Six-PAS-TRA-NA?!
Pastrana is a village of 6000 inhabitants in central Spain with which we are always twinned. Binds us the story of a English princess the seventeenth century.
-There are three times came for the choir at Eboli. Nice place!
De gustibus.
- Anyway, you gave me the idea for my exposée, concludes. I'll talk de La princesa de Eboli !

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