Pain And Sudden Onset Dementia

Palermo, the city where the law is an affront

Today I was walking on University Avenue giving a sort of panoramic look at my city. I've said many times since they returned from Coruña, I really gave a lot to this cluster of houses and Mediterranean people. A friend of mine, too confident and optimistic by nature, can not hardly bear my outbursts. I've said many, but not too many, not enough, there can be quiet, I have to tell the world what my country has disappointed me in all respects. I tell you .. disappointed .. because you may be disappointed by someone or something that we expected something, you may be disappointed by someone that you loved, by someone with whom you have strong ties indissoluble. I do not shoot to zero on nothing, I shoot in my city. Do you realize importance of this thing? I shoot what I grew up in what has shaped my character, I shot my mother ... I say ... as you may be exhausted to get to shoot his own mother? (For the less intuitive to say that mother earth mother ... I mean I would not have written like that could be used against me in any court).

Guys, you realize that this city is rotting in there? Perhaps I sound too catastrophic? Come on ... on .... Take a trip. Can not see at every step something wrong?

Here, those who seek office and, by definition, a "useless", a "fixed" because "differences" are all the others. A magnificent city destroyed by the "waste", the smart ... this is Palermo.

A city where public transport is science fiction, where, if you close the traffic center, traders revolt and the mayor withdrew the order, where any guy with a little 'initiative has to think if in the future will pay protection money or less and already knows the answer, where if you lie down in a park under a tree you can not do because there is a park where the town beach is reduced to 4 cm because the Italian company has taken the Belgian remaining 1000, where civil servants have found "fixed place" and achieved their goal, they treat you like the last shit, where undeclared work is a routine, where those who put you in good standing fuck half of the salary from the payroll, where some people says we have a subway, where the clakson car is a means of communication, which is usually beyond the limits of pollution ... ... ... ... ... ... ... well .... you say that again???

It 's true, I might only see the glass half empty ... the problem is that it seems to me much more than half empty. And then, what would list the positive things? I need to complain about what they do not goes ... ... ... ...

But we come to the most beautiful thing on this earth. The dear old MAFIA. I feel suffocated, suffocated by the attitude of every single mafia character of this theater. We are stuck in the middle ages. When I hear the tg3 me laugh: "Arrested Cascino a family member, who will take command? In the front row Badalamenti family "... I say .... But we're in a soap opera? We are still in a medieval city and we realized .... Still maintain the rule of the feudal lord who commands about how to hunt or vavasours vassals and their names. The districts are based on structures clientelistiche stronger than a written law. We have parking attendants who demand protection money to protect the machine, the picciotti seeking protection money from shopkeepers to protect themselves, and parking attendants to assure the area, the head of the family who decide to shop can open, that activity must be done, earnings may have etc etc etc. All this is topped by a policy that follows the example. A policy that the President sees the region investigated a guy I do not know how many processes in the Mafia, a policy where an assessor is campaigning door to door with a fugitive as a supporter. In short, a true and pure spectacle.

Palermo But in the end is beautiful, there is the sea, the sun is shining and there are sandwiches and panelle the crocchè ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..