This time not dwell on the criticisms, on the negative aspects and all the rest. I speak of the new hospital
Sant'Anna. Not at Sant'Anna in itself, but it begins and the removal of his patients.
Yesterday I went to 118 to make an envelope. I found myself in the midst of the ambulances, so many volunteers to doctors. There was a festive atmosphere. Each ambulance that started with a patient, the police followed the motion. The crossings were guarded. The old entrance open. It was all a party. The policemen
Como finally up, and not to give fines to ninety contexts to say the least grotesque, dignified and ironed uniform for the occasion. The master saw somewhere on the Varese, it was almost funny. All excited and happy. No one dark look. Big smiles, handshakes. Chiappa, the medical director with the beautiful dress and Mentasti, the supreme leader, a copy of Formigoni when he was young and decent, was impeccable (and certainly nicer).
I am a bit 'touched because for once I saw him take care of a res publica that belongs to us, that's all. What I mean is this: we should make our things, our state would be treated as they are today. You should be aware that all this belongs to us and that we should take care as always. I know that tomorrow sloppiness will reign again, that our mayor Bruni, not satisfied with the degradation of a city that would be great, will do anything to spoil it a bit 'more, that the prosecutors will continue to sleep and leave unpunished those who have ruined the only green piece of Como, the hospital building in a flood plain. That same Sant'Annna will enter only one approach for delivery of health services like the rest of the health of Lombardy. Mascetti ask that the lace for parking when not engaged in fine in the territory of San Fermo. That big green between Bennett and the hospital will gradually cemented. That no one will remember this day of celebration and that the glass shiny and neon green, reminiscent of the surreal atmosphere of Blade Runner. will be covered with a patina. Everything is old and the emotion will leave room for monotony.
But for now, just for today, lascetemi enjoy the ephemeral joy of having lived in a state that works and is present. Because the dream will disappear tomorrow ...
PEOPLE sufferin '
Have You Seen Those people sufferin' all the time
Stars are dying everyday
swept away by the dark misfortune
we are passive actors of a relentlessness
Flesh full of hatred
Hands covered with violence
neither the rabbi nor the muezzin
can calm hells burning fire
Have you seen those people sufferin' all the time
But still their prayer is the same
when the last echoes of the hart refuses this bloody chaos
The east wind blows a red dust
while obstinate people are fighting in the name of God
Stars are dying everyday
swept away by the dark misfortune
when to the world it seems hopeless to spare the innocents
I'm sufferin' all the time
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