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I could see them vaguely, but they don't convey much to me... the review is nice instead.

but really, it's nothing, actually thank you.

Well, supersoul, I brought Pasolini into the mix because my little article was meant to be an editorial. Now, if you remember his editorials (I own both Scritti corsari and Lettere luterane), there was one where he laid out his thesis to put all the big shots of the DC on trial. So, it was legitimate to bring him into the conversation, and in general, we should always talk about Pierpaolo. I don't believe that the army would truly solve anything, but at least it would be an opposition, a proof of the existence of the state. Of course, the army can't educate us (that's up to us), but I’m sure that keeping it in the city for ten years would annoy that shady trafficker... but it doesn’t happen because state=camorra and camorra=state. Captain, take it and do what you want, and above all, leave me the link.

Well, how to insult them? I don’t think it bothers them. In Italy, there is no dignity; there is, above all, no respect for oneself, and not even memory. An honest person with a bit of decency would have already resigned, and this brings to mind an editorial by Pasolini from '75 published in the Corriere, where he said that it would have been appropriate to put the DC hierarchs on trial. Here in Italy, if you have the strength to be outraged—and being outraged doesn’t mean setting a bus on fire—you get put to the rack or maybe even killed. I don’t want to make a philosophical discourse because I come from a very working-class neighborhood, and that little you’ve seen on the news, I’ve faced it myself. It’s been a war, a crazy war, and with people like that, you can’t talk. In Naples, the boundary between the state and the Camorra doesn’t exist, no innocent people. I’ll give you an example: my very working-class neighborhood is leftist. The left has always won here. The only time the right won (the UDC, to be precise) was because a boss ran as a candidate ;) I dissociate myself from all the so-called leftists who believe in education above all else: in Naples, if you really want to solve something, you send in the army and keep them in the streets for ten years. That said, what I’m saying may seem like an exaggeration, stuff from another world, a Céline novel, but here life is incredibly violent, and every day, you fear for some nonsense. I feel lucky because, unlike many other Neapolitans and Italians, I have the strength and courage to be outraged, and I care about not losing it. In short, the problem of waste, as I said in the article, is just a certain necessary and sufficient indication of our moral and structural deficiency. That said, I’ll stop boring you like a Sigur Rós piece and leave you with the hope of not reincarnating as a Neapolitan :)

So, the article, the piece, has come back at me from all over the web. Some have asked me to put my name, my face, and especially my ID in case of lawsuits. At first, I felt like Pasolini, but then I looked in the mirror and realized I was more handsome :) Of course, I'm joking. Far from me to say that all of Naples is camorra. I am not a camorrista, I have no ties with the clever ones in the neighborhood, and I have taken a lot of risks in my life for my unwavering stance. As I say in my thinking, I believe that there are no innocents in this story. I don't feel like protesting for Pianura when I say nothing about the 1500 illegal dumps in Campania, obviously managed by the camorra. I also have a rehearsal room right after the Pisani. Today it rained a bit and everything is flooded because there isn’t even a sewer in the Pisani. I mean, there’s no sewer... can we realize this? We are in Europe, for Christ's sake. Anyway, thank you for the attention on a very delicate situation that everyone has treated with too little care and too much subservience. In the cemetery of Pianura, where my grandmother, who died a year ago from cancer, is buried—it just so happens, pancreatic cancer (in Naples, in the last year, waste-related deaths have increased by 12%)—pupils of my age have burned out in just five months from some kind of tumor. Asbestos, illegal construction, dumps... a nice rainbow over our heads and a finger in our asses. Bye.

Don't worry, Riccardo... I'll lend you the armrests or, worst case scenario, I'll give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

oh easy, all the same as usual. nothing special after all... aren't you coming to naples?

but really really

Oh my gosh, did you confuse them for Nick Cave?

God, mine... more and more professional. I don’t even know who they are... oh well.