Italy my dear,
today was my birthday, my 64th birthday!
E 'was a particularly happy day, I do not want to register because the freaks, or because I received a lot of (some of them unexpected) events of affection, or because my wife Esther has prepared a lunch of fish story: truly, a day to Do not forget!
But, alongside this genuine feeling of sweating humanity, if they have joined another, certainly much less human and dignified, which covers much more birthday and a very different picture: your 150th Anniversary.
I confess, my Italy, I felt almost a sense of guilt in feeling this way peaceful, so happy at an event which, let's face it all, my I did not put anything, and you, our poor and destitute country you about to celebrate your anniversary amid general indifference, or even hostility of certain.
Presidents of powerful private groups hope that the party is not a party "party", but works: you also lose a quarter of an hour of work (sic) for a brindisuccio with plastic cups, but for God's sake, do not you go any further! Want to make: I could go half the recovery of Italy and then to what industry, to celebrate an event that 99% nun of the population jie he bit 'less friezes de ?! Or
Presidents of provinces "self" that, perhaps less hypocritical, claiming to feel strangers in a land that has been misused to their ancestors, why not celebrate just anything, however, that it would be nice quell'inclito representative of civic institutions give up even the lavish funding that state bestows upon his usurper Province each year or all the benefits that the grants.
And I do not go over the list of similar atrocities, because it makes me sick.
I'm very sorry, you know, my poor Italy, already your birth is not that it was the most happy, then you have "united" with the price of hundreds of thousands of deaths that did not even know you existed, then you have boasted as "the power" and you left with broken bones, then you have restored to good physically but I have devoid of any ideals now, finally, you might enjoy at least a day dedicated just to you, now .... you do not want to grant even that.
I would tell you so many other beautiful things for the comfort and make you feel all the affection of many of your children, even though we are a minority, can not do it because otherwise Olivier tells me that they are "dignified" and began to insult me \u200b\u200bas the ultras curve south, you just say, my dear, poor dear, and Italy: as long as there will be us, your anniversary will always be sacred!
Hello,
Hector.
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