Sunday, October 31, 2010

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fate is hanging from a crane


For more than twenty-four hours, a short walk from my house, some men walking suspended on a crane, risking their lives because of strong winds and cold, more and more pungent. Climbed yesterday afternoon, and do not seem to want to get off.
The first comment is to do, to see those little shapes around a hundred feet high, is: "they are crazy."
Yet if you refer for a moment the reviews, you can get to wonder why people come to make a gesture as meaningless.

Who are the men in the top of the crane? From
far have no face, no name, and perhaps therein lies the problem: our state for those people a name and face do not have it. They are only "irregular". We forget too often that they hide behind this term lives, stories of men and women whose only fault that they fled from the horror of their land.

Criminals? Some, perhaps. But for every illegal immigrant who commits a crime, hundreds more in our country are exploited and live like ghosts, without identity and rights, forced to live like hunted animals.

Residence permits applied for and issued after months, years. Years during which the mere fact of leaving home could mean being returned to their country, without possibility of return. Years of red tape and waiting, which could culminate in a "nothing done" with a "sorry", just like an audition for a reality show .. sin that is at stake in this case, there are human lives. The men climbed

remind us that this is a crucial moment, which may depend on the future of all of Italy. They are the ghosts for too long we have tried to banish from our sight, pretending that they did not exist.
is up to us now take over this situation before it's too late, and with courageous and farsighted, to try to reverse course.

immigration in our country has so far been treated as a temporary problem, a reality that, with appropriate policy and rejections of the "iron fist", you can permanently solve.
This vision not only unrealistic, it is detrimental to the future of our country, which is instead closely linked to the presence of foreigners on its territory.
It 's time to talk about immigration for what it is: a radical and permanent change in the Italian economic and social fabric, a phenomenon which, if well managed, will bring great economic and human progress, but if it continues to be lived as an emergency could be very dangerous for the political and social stability of our country.

Ours is one of the Italian cities most affected by this phenomenon, but in its social, immigrants are still considered guests, often unwelcome, into citizens like everyone else. Brescia
I have many colors of the future and know several languages, but it is up to us now to decide how to take the path of integration. It 's a very important moment for the future not only of our city, but the whole of Italy, because the political and social choices that will depend on the emergence of a more modern and democratic state, or the onset of dangerous social dynamics difficult to manage.

why limit themselves to an immigration "problem solving", or worse, feeding the fears of citizens to gain momentum, it is a political choice, short-sighted and very dangerous for our future.
not a question of choice of migration or immigration. Immigrants are us and we will, I'm sorry to destroy the utopias "Po", and we must only decide whether to act in a far-reaching streamlining the bureaucracy, facilitating the integration of foreigners in the social and economic fabric, or lift up our walls, creating conflicts uncontrollable.

Italy is at a crossroads, and we have to take her on the path of progress instead of one that leads to a bottomless abyss.

Watching those little shapes that move up there, this is what we think.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

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Friday, October 15, 2010

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Friday, October 1, 2010

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