Last day in Sharm el Sheik (Red Sea) and of my 3 weeks of full immersion in Italian society. It has been tough but I’ve survived the pantagruellian meals, social comittments and emotions all over the place. I felt like Conrad travelling across uncivilized Central Africa to rediscover his own beastly origins. In my case, the family and hometown.
Actually, Sharm el Sheik is the best metaphor of Italian society, today a progressivly decivilizing country. The most beautiful sea I’ve ever been in all my life with richest multicolour wildlife just beneath the surface. You can admire it scubadiving on the reef. A red desert behind you, crusty with mountains that take you back straight into the Bible. But you are in the middle of a cheap Las Vegas, built in hurry with hotel next to hotel, just to please hordes of civillians coming every year from across the world for easy enterteinment and a rest from their overcrowded cities. There is nobody at home but here they can play the big boss in an uber-tacky Disneyland.
I’m happy I’ve gone through this just to realize that I don’t have any feeling for Tortellinoland anymore- it’s not home, expect for a few ordinary heroes, civil society leaders who try making a difference addressing the injustices and working on innovative solutions despite that they are <!–[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]–>surrounded by general indifference. They naturally are all members of my network.
Ok I’m becoming overdramatic. It’s time to stop. A last immersion in the reef to forget Sharm el Sheik and the rest of Italy!
Nessuno ti regala niente, noi sì
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