A few days ago was presented to the citizens of Brescia "UFO", a disposable glove (of unprecedented ugliness, among other things) to be worn on the bus to protect against germs. An enthusiastic
assessor explained the Garden as a completely new idea that allows you to remain "untouched" and that "more than to be an advertising vehicle, will be the potential information platform of the 14 local authorities affected by the bus to communicate their messages Institutional
element that attracts attention in all this euphoria, however, is another: the gloves will be tested on line 3 one that connects to Rezzato Mandolossa passing by Milan, or one of the most used by immigrants and immigrants.
Random?
You can see in this initiative, a new, small step in that atmosphere of creeping racism in our city that is increasingly catching on.
The glove is not only completely useless to prophylaxis, as well known that infectious diseases are transmitted much more by air than by contact, but it is also a disturbing symbol of the increasingly invisible barrier that you want to put between "us", the righteous and clean, and "them", the different and dirty.
That thin layer of latex is much more than just a means of protection, is the embodiment of a current of thought that it would take more and more isolated and "sterilized" like chickens in cages, an ideology that sees the wall, barrier in the only way to deal with difference, seen purely in negative terms.
I do, however, is another reflection a bit 'wider concept of the "barrenness" that can somehow be traced back to that word, security, now spewed from every television and all the pages of newspapers.
We have always been told to wash our hands before putting on the table. The hands, in fact, are our primary means of contact with the world allow us to touch, to receive stimuli, to cherish .. hands are our antennas, and for this reason are never sterile, aseptic ever.
Wear gloves for fear of "sick" is like watching a scene through the lens opaque. You lose the taste of things.
It makes me sad to think about a future society without small automata sad, closed in their car, isolated in their music, protected by layers of sterilized cellophane .. this is the direction we are taking.
I'm not there to be a dummy just perfect and clean.
I want to touch the ground, and trees, and water, I want to hold hands without gloves, I want to touch the faces, I want to embrace without barriers ..
I want to get my hands dirty with the world!
And yes, I promise, before eating wash me forever.
assessor explained the Garden as a completely new idea that allows you to remain "untouched" and that "more than to be an advertising vehicle, will be the potential information platform of the 14 local authorities affected by the bus to communicate their messages Institutional
element that attracts attention in all this euphoria, however, is another: the gloves will be tested on line 3 one that connects to Rezzato Mandolossa passing by Milan, or one of the most used by immigrants and immigrants.
Random?
You can see in this initiative, a new, small step in that atmosphere of creeping racism in our city that is increasingly catching on.
The glove is not only completely useless to prophylaxis, as well known that infectious diseases are transmitted much more by air than by contact, but it is also a disturbing symbol of the increasingly invisible barrier that you want to put between "us", the righteous and clean, and "them", the different and dirty.
That thin layer of latex is much more than just a means of protection, is the embodiment of a current of thought that it would take more and more isolated and "sterilized" like chickens in cages, an ideology that sees the wall, barrier in the only way to deal with difference, seen purely in negative terms.
I do, however, is another reflection a bit 'wider concept of the "barrenness" that can somehow be traced back to that word, security, now spewed from every television and all the pages of newspapers.
We have always been told to wash our hands before putting on the table. The hands, in fact, are our primary means of contact with the world allow us to touch, to receive stimuli, to cherish .. hands are our antennas, and for this reason are never sterile, aseptic ever.
Wear gloves for fear of "sick" is like watching a scene through the lens opaque. You lose the taste of things.
It makes me sad to think about a future society without small automata sad, closed in their car, isolated in their music, protected by layers of sterilized cellophane .. this is the direction we are taking.
I'm not there to be a dummy just perfect and clean.
I want to touch the ground, and trees, and water, I want to hold hands without gloves, I want to touch the faces, I want to embrace without barriers ..
I want to get my hands dirty with the world!
And yes, I promise, before eating wash me forever.
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