How define it? Misanthropy asocievolezza, stiff and rusty-minded. This is because I feel a great distaste for the concept of celebrity, the great man, the VIP.
Yet here I am, in a common room of the LSE in London. I'm sitting in a chair, I look with curiosity about fifty Italian students who surround the great character of the day. It is not the first time I'm in this situation. Fassino was two years ago, today is Beppe Grillo.
Someone is in line for the photo opportunity of the moment. I begin to analyze the skepticism that I feel for the importance of the iconographic photos. A fanatic does not miss an inappropriate: "You're our Al Gore."
am with a colleague, a publisher is worried. "We do not do an interview, the lawsuit is always around the corner." My colleague does not understand what to be afraid, it hard not to laugh. "Sometimes censorship is even more dangerous, "he explains.
We move to another wing of the building and we put ourselves in a row (row VIP of course) out of the lecture theater. Outside there are hundreds of people lined not all going to make to enter. The staff at the LSE is in fibrillation. not for us, not to Beppe, but for another famous writer. A woman - an organization, affectionately known by the crowd Frau Hitler - warns with a stern look Italians who speak to their usual volume disturb the famous writer, intent on speaking at the auditorium in front of a more sophisticated crowd.
I suspect that the frau felt a sadistic pleasure to warn the crowd disrespectful, uncivilized and underdeveloped. Some have been chased away, guilty for not having obeyed. You try to silence a certain bravado of the Italians.
"Sorry did you miss that? I asked you to be quiet! Out! OUT!"
If I could major in something practical would be condescending. It is the fact that we are a crowd of Italians who authorizes it to speak to us as if we were children? People laugh, some people get angry.
arrived in, and despite the large crowd in it. I'm in the front row, but I sit on the steps of the stage to do some photos. Another VIP, a great character, a great journalist makes his entrance. I do not know who is important but it must be because his shoes are so shiny that in their area glimpsed the spotlight. I ask him the business card. He did not, I make a gesture, "Ask those of the LSE, they know me."
I effort, grit my teeth, I try not to think that ... that's wrong with Italy. You exaggerate and think in myths. It is someone who disrespects you and you do not answer but sneers, ignore the insult and do not answer with dignity. It is a person who treats you with contempt because it is more important than you.
The lights go down, the flash fires. The curtain rises, a step metallic echoes from the stage and the show begins.
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