Now I do not remember how many times, after discussions with the Turkish friends, talking about Italy and Turkey, we have been finished by saying: Turkey and Italy, 2 twin countries. There is also the saying: "Turkish-Italians, one face, one race", but in reality that was invented by the Greeks and Italians. And the Turks, at least those that preserve the genes of the Turks that came in Anatolia several centuries ago, have so beautiful Asian features, with eyes a little almond, so that saying is often only a commonplace.
Surely the elective affinity is to be sought elsewhere, but it is a fact that exists.
Silvio Berlusconi has witnessed the wedding of one Erdoğan's daughter. Both now are preparing to conclude their triumphant day. The first dealing with the founding congress of the "People of Freedom" (PdL), the second celebrating a predictable victory in local elections (but which have the value of elections for half-term) in Turkey.
Our small alley in Tarlabaşı is dominated by hundreds of flags with the word "Saadet", a half-moon and many stars. The word means "happiness". It's a small Islamist party that is here to gain some vote in a small alley inhabited by Gypsies.
But all the streets of Turkey are covered by flags from all parties in these last weeks.
But there is a point where, however, Italians and Turks are deeply different: the hypocrisy. Italians are subtle, the Turks brazen. Italians are double, the Turks proud. Italians seek subterfuge. The Turks direct confrontation. Italians are always opening an escape route. The Turks seek martyrdom.
Gianfranco Fini today proposes himself in the role of vulture. His political future is inversely proportional to the longevity of Silvio Berlusconi. Admitted that it was not clear before, now everyone knows that when Berlusconi will die and the day after his political creature will begin to implode, now we know who will be ready with the funnel to collect the blood. Fini is now a vulture with hanging out tongue. Berlusconi's longevity is inversely proportional to Fini's good mood.
For example. I have a few weeks ago in chance of being in a discussion in which was a supporter of CHP (Republican People's Party), second party in Turkey, the Kemalists followers of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, father of the homeland.
To precise provocation replied: "when they say I am a fascist, I reply that I am not. The Fascists are in Italy. Here we are Kemalists". Here's just, I agree wholeheartedly. It's a matter of name rather than substance. Just understand.
In Italy if you ask a fascist: "are you fascist?". 80% if common citizen, up to 99% if politician, will answer: "Who, me? But no, fascism is water under the bridge, there are positive things, but the mistakes of the past must not be repeated", Eh, but what mistakes?
For example, Gianfranco Fini in this weekend from the stage was emotionally horrified by the horrors of fascism (as many other times in the past). How is it possible? I wonder: If a politician, at the height of his political career, comes to deny the political reasons for which has started to make the politician, it follows that has to change job. Am I wrong? "Guys, sorry, I was wrong, now I do something else". And instead, he denies, but doesn't move and receives the appreciation even of the Democratic Left for its "I distinguish". Why? Why?
For instance: let's talk about the art of self-mystification to survive. Bourbon heritage? But when ever? Listen to these pearls of wisdom dispensed by the Secretary for the Italian Ministery of Justice, Mario Borghezio, a member of "Lega Nord" (Northern League), certainly not a Bourbons descendant, during a gathering of neo-Nazis in France, finished in the documentary "Europe: Ascenseur pour les fachos": LISTEN HERE (for French speakers). He says: "Oui, mais c'est une bonne maniére de ne pas étre classé comme fasciste nostalgique, mais comme une nouvelle mouvance régionale, catholique, etc... mais en dessous nous sommes toujours les mêmes", which means: "Yes, but it is a good way not to be classified as nostalgic fascists, but as a new regional movement, Catholic, etc ... but below we are always the same".
Therefore, this lesson is more than clear to Gianfranco Fini, it is the "creeping strategy", or "strategy of the bitch", as says a French supporter in the movie. The only logical response is that he is not denying anything, he is only in disguise. And the fascist vultures in Italy are preparing to take one bite of Berlusconi (if Berlusconi is not immortal).
Could the CHP engulf the AKP? Ultra-science fiction in Turkey. Not in Italy.
We are twin countries, yes, but perhaps heterozygotes.
Surely the elective affinity is to be sought elsewhere, but it is a fact that exists.
Silvio Berlusconi has witnessed the wedding of one Erdoğan's daughter. Both now are preparing to conclude their triumphant day. The first dealing with the founding congress of the "People of Freedom" (PdL), the second celebrating a predictable victory in local elections (but which have the value of elections for half-term) in Turkey.
Our small alley in Tarlabaşı is dominated by hundreds of flags with the word "Saadet", a half-moon and many stars. The word means "happiness". It's a small Islamist party that is here to gain some vote in a small alley inhabited by Gypsies.
But all the streets of Turkey are covered by flags from all parties in these last weeks.
But there is a point where, however, Italians and Turks are deeply different: the hypocrisy. Italians are subtle, the Turks brazen. Italians are double, the Turks proud. Italians seek subterfuge. The Turks direct confrontation. Italians are always opening an escape route. The Turks seek martyrdom.
Gianfranco Fini today proposes himself in the role of vulture. His political future is inversely proportional to the longevity of Silvio Berlusconi. Admitted that it was not clear before, now everyone knows that when Berlusconi will die and the day after his political creature will begin to implode, now we know who will be ready with the funnel to collect the blood. Fini is now a vulture with hanging out tongue. Berlusconi's longevity is inversely proportional to Fini's good mood.
For example. I have a few weeks ago in chance of being in a discussion in which was a supporter of CHP (Republican People's Party), second party in Turkey, the Kemalists followers of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, father of the homeland.
To precise provocation replied: "when they say I am a fascist, I reply that I am not. The Fascists are in Italy. Here we are Kemalists". Here's just, I agree wholeheartedly. It's a matter of name rather than substance. Just understand.
In Italy if you ask a fascist: "are you fascist?". 80% if common citizen, up to 99% if politician, will answer: "Who, me? But no, fascism is water under the bridge, there are positive things, but the mistakes of the past must not be repeated", Eh, but what mistakes?
For example, Gianfranco Fini in this weekend from the stage was emotionally horrified by the horrors of fascism (as many other times in the past). How is it possible? I wonder: If a politician, at the height of his political career, comes to deny the political reasons for which has started to make the politician, it follows that has to change job. Am I wrong? "Guys, sorry, I was wrong, now I do something else". And instead, he denies, but doesn't move and receives the appreciation even of the Democratic Left for its "I distinguish". Why? Why?
For instance: let's talk about the art of self-mystification to survive. Bourbon heritage? But when ever? Listen to these pearls of wisdom dispensed by the Secretary for the Italian Ministery of Justice, Mario Borghezio, a member of "Lega Nord" (Northern League), certainly not a Bourbons descendant, during a gathering of neo-Nazis in France, finished in the documentary "Europe: Ascenseur pour les fachos": LISTEN HERE (for French speakers). He says: "Oui, mais c'est une bonne maniére de ne pas étre classé comme fasciste nostalgique, mais comme une nouvelle mouvance régionale, catholique, etc... mais en dessous nous sommes toujours les mêmes", which means: "Yes, but it is a good way not to be classified as nostalgic fascists, but as a new regional movement, Catholic, etc ... but below we are always the same".
Therefore, this lesson is more than clear to Gianfranco Fini, it is the "creeping strategy", or "strategy of the bitch", as says a French supporter in the movie. The only logical response is that he is not denying anything, he is only in disguise. And the fascist vultures in Italy are preparing to take one bite of Berlusconi (if Berlusconi is not immortal).
Could the CHP engulf the AKP? Ultra-science fiction in Turkey. Not in Italy.
We are twin countries, yes, but perhaps heterozygotes.
