"One euro per kilo", "Lord come, all fresh stuff!", "Speed, 'which I throw those boxes." Crowd in a warm Thursday morning in January to Portaportese, people who count the pennies, walking up as the five daily. Here you work to get to the end of the month, buy it here and get to the end of the month. Scenes of life of a daily market in the capital.
"Face ... m", "Queer squalid", mortadella that fills the mouth, bottle caps flying and champagne that bathes everything in its path. Scenes from the life of a Senate of the Italian Senate. More than life scenes, scenes of death, that of a government that, after 617 of agony, of back and forth, attempts resuscitation fell to five votes on the trust sought by the Prime Minister heads to Canute of Parliament. He tried until the last Prodi, and knowing that you have little hope, brought in the institutional, characterized by transparency, the last gasps of life of a tormented majority, brought to its knees not from the strategies of social policy, but from personal issues of a justice minister indicted by the Prosecutor of Santa Maria Capua Vetere.
So close yet another chapter in the history of the Republic, in the least dignified that we can imagine. Nino Strano insulting Mr Cusumano, guilty of having voted "yes" to the trust, despite the line espoused by his party, the Udeur, a victim of abuse and also spits dishonorable Barbato. So poor Cusumano, who had called for freedom of conscience, she faints and is carried out on a stretcher, while a little later, reading of results by the chairman of the Senate, Franco Marini, the festivities begin. Out and inside the classroom. In the style of football, a typical Italian. Flags, carousels, horn. The images of the brawl
go around the world, to consecrate once again dramatized the immortality of Naples, on and off the screens. And the indignation of foreigners, is matched by the indifference and resignation of some of the Italians, asentimentali, joy and anger of others.
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