continues to be difficult to write from Milan, a few ideas, few emotions, few feel good to be transmitted.
The main argument is the observation that our country is changing fast. There
realizes the street, at the bar, watching television, surfing the internet and especially following the policy.
clear and simple concepts seem to be on the agenda: verbal and physical violence rampant, rejection of diversity, racism, ignorance, at all levels.
A country that has a good word, but rather argues that it should be 'bad' with a stranger, poor and desperate is not my country.
A country that forces a doctor to report a sick person because it is for him to get treatment is not my country.
A country that provides for stricter penalties for crimes committed by people with different skin just because irregular, it is not my country.
A country that allows immigrants to live in horrendous conditions in existing shelters is not my country.
A country that tries in every way (now also economically) opposing the renewal of residence permits is not my country.
Politicians, citizens, media, too many are in agreement, Italy has changed, has become poor and miserable.
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