Voto:
Enrico Berlinguer
Secretary of the party
We could not write to you while you were alive; there wasn't the time to listen to you, and you couldn't be understood. All we have left is to pay you homage now, after your death.
We are human, women and men, flesh, and hardly anything more; as humans, we know the charm of trivialities and can measure greatness only after funerals have taken place. Which death today could evoke the same feeling of unity, of "people," the same tears? What about the question "and now?" What artist, politician, designer, athlete, industrialist, celebrated in life, would be equally revered in death?
Perhaps many, because condolences, like best wishes, are free.
The organ of your party, then, referring to the attendance at your funeral, titled "EVERYONE." And it was true, absolutely true.
I remember you in a photo shaking hands with Fidel Castro. Him: beard-mustache-hat-military uniform-belt-gun-ironic smile. You "restricted" – light blue suit-white shirt, overshadowed by Castro's "expanded" presence. How could you attract me? Yet you did. In passionate, rebellious times, you managed to provide me with the dose for my -unlimited- need for humanity. You, uncomfortable on a stage or in front of cameras, almost crushed by the weight of your grey coat, labeled as sad, serious, measured. I would have made the Revolution (forgive me...) to hand you to yourself and finally see you Smile.
It would have taken much less, but back then, I couldn't know.
If the man's allure was strong, the political idea seemed inadequate; for those of us who needed earthly absolutes, how could "Historic Compromise," "Austerity" resonate?
Used to very different slogans, the idea of alliances could not help but seem hostile. "Austerity? But he has an island in Sardinia!" Indeed, the island... As big as the living room of his detractors, finally a lifeline for those who could no longer find juicy inconsistencies in his character. Austerity? We wanted everything and immediately, and they gave it to us. We wore colors and sounds to exorcise a future of knick-knacks and townhouses, but it wasn't enough.
We had abolished Time, only to find ourselves with two watches on our wrists and always running late. And that’s all that is left to us, Austerity, not to save the world, but our condition of being human, we, Europeans, privileged in the world. And if Austerity as a political indication (of Great Politics: that which deals with the relationships between men, the community, the countries) has been opposed especially by those who should have supported it, as a CONCRETE INDICATION OF LIFE it is the only one feasible here, now.
Here is Europe, wanting to speak of itself, but having lost its words after squandering them, and some of us find ourselves alone in front of the institution that invented Europe, tore it apart, made it unlivable, and then lost it. The sins most practiced at the summit of the church, to which Pope John and Pope Paul had courageously and painfully unaccustomed us, are arrogance towards God and little mercy towards men, not the powerful.
It seems that everything is returning to how it was before, but it cannot be true. There’s no going back."
Text contained, if I'm not misled by a leaky memory, in the LP "Affinità e divergenze" by CCCP.
It surprised and pleased me then, as it does today.
It wasn't "sacrifices," Vortex, it was "austerity." There is a substantial difference. It's a pity it often escapes notice.