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Rating: "Promemoria 2" is nothing more than the enhanced and updated version of the show presented to audiences across half of Italy last summer, in which the Turin journalist and writer performs a simple yet unusual practice, at least within our national borders, almost never implemented even by those who pride themselves on being registered in the same professional association as ours: the exercise of memory.
Marco Travaglio, for those who have never had the chance to listen to him live, is a veritable torrent: the account of social, political, judicial (and criminal, ça va sans dire) events of the last four decades in Italy unfolds through three hours densely packed with details, divided into 6 chronological blocks, in which he relentlessly and without sparing anyone, reports the exact and documented chronicle of the progressively more and more aberrant events that have occurred within the secret rooms of the troubled Belpaese.
180 minutes of flawless reconstruction of reality, starting from the eye of the needle through which everything had to pass, the mythical CAF, going through the golden Craxian era, up to the entry onto the scene and subsequent consolidation on the throne of the dying Kingdom of Italy by the Anointed of the Lord; all briefly interspersed (the physiological time to catch one's breath, drink a sip of water, smoke a cigarette) by the highlights of two musicians/DJs who accompany him on stage, moments in which, however, one does not easily get distracted: some of the most significant (Borsellino, regarding Mangano's horses) and/or hallucinatory phrases (Dell'Utri, Berlusconi on Mangano's gentle bombs) that we have had the chance to hear, but evidently not collectively memorize, in the more or less recent past are brought back to mind.
Despite the (authentic) madness narrated that should have led listeners to a state of mounting anger and despair, Travaglio managed the arduous task of making the packed audience laugh, even uproariously, thanks to the usual sharp and cutting jokes and sometimes simply by literally quoting (in this sense B. really fears no rivals) some of the happiest pronouncements, both in Italy and abroad, of the leaders of our little Italy.
What else can be said: pass the word.
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