Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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Spondylos Nos W/o Myelop
Open Letter to President Napolitano on the Day of Republic Day Cream and Mushroom Tagliatelle
Gent.mo Mr. President Napolitano,
This time, let me take all the presumption that it takes to say, you made a mistake.
In his address to the nation that I found available on the website of the President, you spoke of questions about the future, problems and sofrzi necessary to save the country from an abyss that, apparently, and fortunately for you, not familiar to full.
Taking as a starting point a small accusations I made months ago by columns - just read to be honest-my blog on The Press this morning I arrived in office with the intention of telling a story a bit 'more precise words of your ladies. A true story and I know them by heart because I continue to build day after day with my hands in a place with which Italy has very little to do.
And, allow me to clarify, this is not the story of a person and that the disadvantaged party has failed to do it: it is the story of a son of the upper class Italian and using her own cultural background, his skills and the economic means to escape decided to invest in your future with a single ticket for one of the states of the Union EU further away from us.
I left Italy for the first time in 2004 and I ended up in a permanent move to Estonia in 2006 when the economic crisis thousand miles away, I thought I had found a suitable company that was looking for: meritocratic and dynamic.
In four years of Estonia, with my taxes, I got such a quantity of services that made me discover a completely different dimension of life, even easy - if you allow me to waste so this horrible adjective.
In four years of Estonia - and without speaking a word of Estonian, but with an Englishman who, despite the complaints of my esteemed septuagenarian university professor, is just perfect - I could make one by one my dreams to find that there are places where being young is not a fault. It is an advantage.
Welcomed with open arms to the Ministry of Education now I had carte blanche to make what I thought was useful only on the basis of my curriculum. No contest or last name to help me.
tried my Serita - at least as a journalist - step by step I won by just what I thought I could achieve and for which I did the only thing you Mr President, I worked .
No lobby, no contact, no sponsors have demonstrated their ability to do something and that was enough to get me that much more brilliant people I have not been able to even touch for the only reason they have remained in Italy.
Lost competitions between hallucinating - my university thesis on the reform of the university system and based on the best points of six existing systems, who knows why, was rejected ... a requirement that academic staff to work ... - And among the sons of that usually gnaw impressive percentage of the available resources, I have seen wonderful people give up living, give up on dreaming. To try to convince themselves that have the ability to respond the phone to Sky makes them special. Lucky you, Mr. President.
people who grew the idea that a degree and a doctorate could be the gateway easier to develop and which are now in the mire of economic disaster that flexicurity - flexibility and security - created when you forget to ensure the social security.
Four years away from Italy, Dear Mr. President, I have learned so much and made me open my eyes to a world which, seen from far away, I feel closer to a play by Alfred Jarry that a country 's European Union in 2010.
Italy that you see with your eyes, I do not want Mr. President, is an Italy that does not exist. An Italy in which he who steals the ability to save and who throws any mud on what not to risk anything.
I'd like to invite you to come back one day with me in Sardinia, Mr. President, Italy and see that you helped create with its glorious past, without the glass screen of a blue car because at that point, I'm sure She would try my own shame.
shame in having the usual handful of folk in the street prostitutes between the airport and my home town but, shame to hear of public officials to ask permission to stay in EU citizens even shame for having lost my identity - so Mr. President, by signing this letter with my name I think of committing a crime - just because a master teacher is shown to be wrong is the name of my mother to my father in when he was forced to come into contact with my existence.
shame because the system that we all helped build our country constringerà me to continue my life abroad, and abroad to build a family - I still hope not too soon - to take my children on holiday to eat good spaghetti and visit the grandparents. Why is
what we are, Mr. President.
Country For grandparents who are not afraid to show it. A country where one in three young people are unemployed and will be the despair?, No one stops to think why.
you, Mr President, today asks us to celebrate the Italian Republic, effort and hope.
I, however small and insignificant, today I say that you did wrong. Because the only way to celebrate Italians is look into their eyes and apologize.
Sincerely,
Giovanni Angioni 
Gent.mo Mr. President Napolitano,
This time, let me take all the presumption that it takes to say, you made a mistake.
In his address to the nation that I found available on the website of the President, you spoke of questions about the future, problems and sofrzi necessary to save the country from an abyss that, apparently, and fortunately for you, not familiar to full.
Taking as a starting point a small accusations I made months ago by columns - just read to be honest-my blog on The Press this morning I arrived in office with the intention of telling a story a bit 'more precise words of your ladies. A true story and I know them by heart because I continue to build day after day with my hands in a place with which Italy has very little to do.
And, allow me to clarify, this is not the story of a person and that the disadvantaged party has failed to do it: it is the story of a son of the upper class Italian and using her own cultural background, his skills and the economic means to escape decided to invest in your future with a single ticket for one of the states of the Union EU further away from us.
I left Italy for the first time in 2004 and I ended up in a permanent move to Estonia in 2006 when the economic crisis thousand miles away, I thought I had found a suitable company that was looking for: meritocratic and dynamic.
In four years of Estonia, with my taxes, I got such a quantity of services that made me discover a completely different dimension of life, even easy - if you allow me to waste so this horrible adjective.
In four years of Estonia - and without speaking a word of Estonian, but with an Englishman who, despite the complaints of my esteemed septuagenarian university professor, is just perfect - I could make one by one my dreams to find that there are places where being young is not a fault. It is an advantage.
Welcomed with open arms to the Ministry of Education now I had carte blanche to make what I thought was useful only on the basis of my curriculum. No contest or last name to help me.
tried my Serita - at least as a journalist - step by step I won by just what I thought I could achieve and for which I did the only thing you Mr President, I worked .
No lobby, no contact, no sponsors have demonstrated their ability to do something and that was enough to get me that much more brilliant people I have not been able to even touch for the only reason they have remained in Italy.
Lost competitions between hallucinating - my university thesis on the reform of the university system and based on the best points of six existing systems, who knows why, was rejected ... a requirement that academic staff to work ... - And among the sons of that usually gnaw impressive percentage of the available resources, I have seen wonderful people give up living, give up on dreaming. To try to convince themselves that have the ability to respond the phone to Sky makes them special. Lucky you, Mr. President.
people who grew the idea that a degree and a doctorate could be the gateway easier to develop and which are now in the mire of economic disaster that flexicurity - flexibility and security - created when you forget to ensure the social security.
Four years away from Italy, Dear Mr. President, I have learned so much and made me open my eyes to a world which, seen from far away, I feel closer to a play by Alfred Jarry that a country 's European Union in 2010.
Italy that you see with your eyes, I do not want Mr. President, is an Italy that does not exist. An Italy in which he who steals the ability to save and who throws any mud on what not to risk anything.
I'd like to invite you to come back one day with me in Sardinia, Mr. President, Italy and see that you helped create with its glorious past, without the glass screen of a blue car because at that point, I'm sure She would try my own shame.
shame in having the usual handful of folk in the street prostitutes between the airport and my home town but, shame to hear of public officials to ask permission to stay in EU citizens even shame for having lost my identity - so Mr. President, by signing this letter with my name I think of committing a crime - just because a master teacher is shown to be wrong is the name of my mother to my father in when he was forced to come into contact with my existence.
shame because the system that we all helped build our country constringerà me to continue my life abroad, and abroad to build a family - I still hope not too soon - to take my children on holiday to eat good spaghetti and visit the grandparents. Why is
what we are, Mr. President.
Country For grandparents who are not afraid to show it. A country where one in three young people are unemployed and will be the despair?, No one stops to think why.
you, Mr President, today asks us to celebrate the Italian Republic, effort and hope.
I, however small and insignificant, today I say that you did wrong. Because the only way to celebrate Italians is look into their eyes and apologize.
Sincerely,
Giovanni Angioni
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