Italian diaspora

Today, Italy has been especially in my head and my heart. Perhaps it is because Luca and Domenico are here in Istanbul. Perhaps it is because Luca has prepared the best "pasta" I ever ate in Istanbul. Maybe because at lunch, in a home without the Bandista that are in Bursa for a concert, we were 5 Italians, after the visit of Eleonora and Marco who also live in Istanbul.
Perhaps today I think of Italy because the war broke out in Italy: the war of uniforms.  I refuse to publish the photos of those stupid fascists with uniform who are supposed to be the upcoming "citizen patrols". If you like, CLICK HERE AND WATCH. Perhaps we are waiting for some real "shock", as expected (or announced) by Massimo D'Alema.
In recent days I received a long e-mail from Filip, a young old friend whose parents are from Belgrade, Serbia, but who grew up in Italy, an Italian boy we can say. Except that, despite he spent almost all of his life in Italy, every year he needs to ask for the permission to live in the country, wasting time, money and desires to live his future in Italy. Here some parts of his e-mail (originally written in Italian).
I also have thought many times these things, dear Filip. But it is right that you are saying this. So, today, is also thanks to you that I am thinking of Italy. And thinking that we were today, here, a happy little piece of the Italian diaspora.
<<Milošević was able to keep close at hand the Serbs, even more than with the force with a true media bombardment. He controlled the national television RTS (Radio-televizija Srbije), from which in the 1992 were expelled all rebel journalists (...) hours and hours of brain washing with nationalist Serbian music (turbofolk). The effects of ten years of television we see mainly focused on my generation, the lack of hope, values and ideas of those coetaneous that have not been lucky enough to leave on time. The same applies to the newspapers (primarily Politika, the oldest newspaper of Balkans, founded in 1904 and now the real Gazette of Power) and radio stations. The few free channels, such as the B92 radio and television, always lived on the edge of the illegality, under constant threat of closing, ending, especially around the end of 90ies, only broadcasting virtually on Internet. The Penal Code was reversed, and the reform of Article 98 rendered liable of prison any form of criticism of nation, army, national symbols and the President of Republic (also a chief executive). (...)
The effect of this closure to the world was that only a few within the country, the most educated, the most farsighted, were able to notice what Serbia was living, while the dictator continued to get extensive consents, especially outside Belgrade, in rural areas. (...)
We lived in the country a climate of complete aphasia compared to the globe, an atmosphere of perpetual siege, in which the Serbs were innocent victims, persecuted by hatred, ignorance, even by envy of the U.S. and of all other European countries, once friends, enemies now. It was necessary to gather in cohort ["stringersi a coorte", verse of the Italian national anthem]. (...) "The children  tried to push their own fathers to abandon lie", sang Đorđe Balašević in 2000 with a song that became then anthem of the Resistance (Otpor!), making it the perfect idea: the poison of propaganda had won their spirits, and who still had hopes, especially the younger generation, the graduates, not had nothing left but escape, exile, the search for a better life and freedom in Canada, United States, Europe, Australia, the Serbian diaspora in the world. (...)
Analogies that everyone has the right to interpret and criticize, but too concrete to be ignored, or at least diminished to mere coincidence. (...) Even in Yugoslavia, most of people would have not believed it (...). Here, the monopoly of information (common to every system of dictatorship, from Mussolini to Stalin, to Saddam Hussein, Milošević or Berlusconi), leads exactly to this detachment from reality, and denial of the facts more objective. The power of Berlusconi has been his ability to shape his image to that of every Italian, and assuming all the frivolity and accentuate the defects (...). Typical business man from Brianza, intrusive behaviour, regardless of politically correct, with the a smile of latin lover, soccer supporter, machist. In short, a kitsch ongoing bandwagon, perhaps a little ridiculous, maybe a little excessive, but always nice, because candid and naive. (...) Where is this leftist information that distorts reality, even in league with major international newspapers? Just a normal Santoro who talks on TV 3 hours a week, or a Travaglio who writes on a blog, the newspaper "La Repubblica" that places ten perennially unanswered questions: is this enough to consider the reality of the facts not only distorted, but heavily manipulated by Left? Knows, Silvio Berlusconi, that if he had been premier in any other nation, France, Germany, not to mention the United Kingdom, would have to resign some time ago? Of course he knows, but seems not to know his Italian voters, and this still gives him the strength and the ability to play and further distort the facts. (...)>>.
Great! Just one question, dear Filip: what will be our Kosovo? Maybe immigrants?
Here above the Bandista concert at "Vertigo", with a crazy guest on the stage... (photos by Domenico Vivino)
Here above Luca, Domenico and Miche are buying something for the great "diaspora lunch" at the sunday street market in the neighbourhood Tarlabaşı.
Here above the "diaspora lunch": olives, "orecchiette pasta" with aubergine and tomatoes, sea bream fish, water melon and cherries.
Here above a typical room of a member of the Italian diaspora in Istanbul...

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