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... Saviano's last words began to haunt him!
were there, lapidary reminder of a message, in a way that still could not grasp ... after all!
And even after "the psychodrama of alcohol" which occurred suddenly in the inn, they remained there, motionless, even if temporarily, "poached" by the tension generated by the dialectical clash surreal.
had happened, in fact, that a night like many others, after wine and speeches, like many others, of Naples, the Camorra, Saviano, Politics National League, Philosophy and all the possible battles that dialectical minds "freed from the wine had been, as always, able to engage, to occur, for the first time, a clash, a shock, a deep laceration, as it was unexpected, the "brotherhood wine culture."
She went up the darkest night, the "senators" (as the landlord used to call them) were "recalled" one last drink in a farewell view of the closure.
It was a scene that is now common, though usually just as poorly digested by the "founders" who all felt the deep sense of "existential disruption" that alert, which was carrying. A "social and psychological violence, unspeakable in those terms, but each of them felt deeply.
an arrogant intrusion of the "collective super ego" of the rules of civil society, in convivial harmony of minds and bodies, drunk with thoughts "high" and wine ... bad!
Sociality "rules" was contrasted, crushing, conviviality, and then to the social nature of man!
Yet in many feasts, it was thoroughly debated on the basis of the rules as a means of limiting individual drives to the goal of peaceful coexistence.
But he had always done, however, to agree on the evidence, beyond dispute as to the progressive "regulate" civil society on every aspect of life, had come to destroy the individual in his humanity made of drives, nice or not , "high or low" but still ... alive! in favor of enforced homogenization existential all'idealtipo individual socially acceptable, what he called "the ideal type of petty-bourgeois shit!" (Acronym for "Alcohol" with broken English: "pi.be 's")
Besides, he had taken refuge in that town, just because they are drawn, however, from its image a bit' bohemian (if not bordering, at times, in an elitist and annoying "dandyism of dressing"). A town where
: the absence of cars-the symbol par excellence of "existential paradigm" created the model of industrial production and consumption of mass-attendance, however, and perennial water and "architectural singularity and urban "(politically correct language would call it today," Barrier "), in making it, for this very unique place in the world, attracted also to mind the very concept and sense of uniqueness and singularity of human beings, beyond the identification of social "approved person".
Singularity vs man. social individual: nowhere, like the one where he was, this dichotomy was losing his sense of abstract philosophical and sociological category to take the concrete thoughts, emotions, small and big choices in life, perception of space and time as a real "sensory experiences" beyond the conventional social that is their own.
The weather here is "feel", not "pass." He told his colleagues "senators". In the western city
any time "passes", anonymous, without you noticing. Backdrop to social action that individuals -Pi.B. 's-do in an effort / desire not only to make and fulfill the role that society has established for them, but also in the ways, forms and times they are socially imposed.
And much more! They are even happy!
Instead, in the "meantime" ... their life is over!
The time is work time, life is the life of work and consumption: home, day 27, [... work] Marriage and children niche [tomb ... In Naples] here are 5 modern western man's age! ... Sentenced to guests.
not here!
I love this city-confessed-because here the dogs, many, run without a muzzle and straps minotaur! , because here, when there is high water, just ... do not you quit!, because when you meet with someone at a certain time, you know, and he knows that you can be late because you met a friend where did you stop drinking "shadow"!, because here, again, every stone (and there are thousands!) can tell you a story here and secular, men, living among these old stones ... immutable monument the precariousness and volatility of life!, because here, every tide (and there are many) can result in tragedy!, because here, this is part of life ...!, because here, when you leave the house on foot and you know you are ... you'll walk away and come back ... ... on foot!, because here, the expenditure was made on foot and carried by hand or with the inseparable cart wheels; here because when you go shopping you all the time thinking ... spending! and not the car, the parking lot, the cars in the second, third and fourth row, the officer, the motorist incorrect, traffic at the traffic lights at the traffic lights vucumprà, the window washers at traffic lights, billboards to wild, to dangerous junctions , passing to autoblu in the fast lane, the bus, "exploding" of people, because here, if you meet someone you know, in case you stop talking and drinking, because here, every occasion is good to talk to someone and, even more, to drink with someone, because nobody here is running, no one will throw "the air!" or pushes you or sgom, because here, even if you wish, you can not run!, and after a little 'get that, moreover, run ... makes no sense!, because here, after you've understood, you start to "feel" the time and the time of each action of your day, during which you can only think what you are doing unless it is interrupted by someone with whom, however, You can share the time, but always as fully, or even that high water can be prevented, however, you "will give" more and more time to fully enjoy doing or thinking about something else ....
And he, at that time that the city was giving him, really used it fully ...
But above all, the time given him, went with him another unexpected gift: at last ... hear!
feel the time, he felt the moment, but also began to feel the pain, suffering deep that the evolution of his story in Naples had caused. He felt, finally, the deep wound that the ethical and intellectual dishonesty first, then economic, the political elite and notable town they had inflicted, relegating to oblivion, into oblivion ... as if it never existed!
felt a sense of strangeness in Naples where he had thrown the political ostracism, rejection of the city felt like a child rejected by his mother to his kind of different, "did not meet expectations" abnormal, defective. ..
felt the pain of it all.
As he had never heard during all the years of what he called "war" against the corrupt and incapable, as he had not heard even at the final episode of its history to the City, when accused of hitting two female officers (involved in a procurement that was "reclaiming") failed completely at random to show the falsity of the charges against him, thanks to a providential circumstance that the very day of the alleged assault, he was in another building in the city, in the presence of a colonel, a major and four agents of the Guardia di Finanza , agreed to the City on the orders of the magistrate, to notify a seizure of property in an investigation of a contract. Ironically (destiny never misses a sense of humor!) The seizure was for precisely that he was reclaiming the contract and which the two officials, with their manager, had been responsible for years.
These findings were not sufficient, however, to block the mechanism defamatory put in place in his regard; the rest of the creator and main author (the two officials would be revealed only "manpower") was actually one of the highest dignitaries of the City-which he calls "Mazarin" (which was the real "deus ex machina" of the contract in question, years before) - who had managed to get too cynical by a mayor (who also could not wait to get rid of him for all the "political issues" that the its administrative action had brought over the years ...) and a Councillor of the branch concerned, its removal from all positions.
Magra satisfaction was for him to still be in charge of the magistrate to seize the goods of the contract: "at least someone knows the truth-disconsolate referring to his collaborators-"even if no use and serve.
And nothing would be served effectively.
months after his removal from leadership positions he had heard that the two officials were promoted: the 'even a manager, another position in the organization.
Last but not least, he would have known then that the "Mazarin" would be appointed by the "bronze" Mayor even further to cover the vacated position on the other powerful notables "palace", in the meantime, the disgraced and gone.
"The circle is closed," he commented Him But this again failed to show any emotion, let alone pain.
Understandable, then, wonder but also a subtle pleasure in discovering that, after months and months, the city that had taken him in exile, he could finally feel the pain as accadutogli.
The pain finally burst strongly suppressed in the months and he sank deeper into a pit of endless images, feelings, memories, phrases, and especially those unspoken, of things done and he wanted to do, things that way if he returned to born, he swore to himself he would never rebuilt ...
felt the pain of homelessness, home, history, being flattened in a timeless past, in a word, no identity!
and ... background, as always constant, relentless, echoed the ... Saviano's last words!
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