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And I also really liked the trip to Etna

The other night I saw Benigni, as a bit 'all.

I really enjoyed it. I really liked his enthusiasm, not at all ideological and therefore much-appreciated effort to rebuild a bit of national pride, collective, shared. That same pride that in recent years-for many reasons: some solid, others less so-it is definitely crumbled, to the benefit of regionalism accessories.

I really appreciate the nostalgia of those criticisms cacchette of Bourbon and praise to all the lead in the Risorgimento. The trident Mazzini, Cavour and Garibaldi, but not all.

It seemed a bit 'forced the passage in which Benigni has supported the view that the unit National was one of the people stuff and putting up with the participation of the masses. Or rather, my high school prof explained so much more convincing than the opposite view, years ago, but who cares. Last night

Benigni had available an eternity of television time, and has invested in the best of ways: good and exciting things said to a huge audience, trying to shake off the laziness and defeatism. So good.

Here, the sense of this post is that, personally, I love Italy, but less than he wants him. And I repeat: it was good last night. One can not discuss his performance regardless of the context in which they were e in quel contesto lì, quello è il massimo che si può ottenere, complessivamente.

Eppoi fra disfattismi e orgoglio nazionale, è meglio combattere i primi e predicare quest'ultimo. Detesto i disfattismi politici perché sono quasi sempre fastidiosamente autoconsolatori, e tutta la retorica anti-risorgimentale mi pare -in estrema sintesi, e a essere indulgenti- una roba per fessi e buontemponi.

E però non mi piace nemmeno la retorica di amore patrio, specie quello con la "a" e la "p" maiuscole. Della bandiera italiana, mi frega più o meno di quanto mi frega della bandiera dell'Ecuador: cioè la rispetto molto, e nient'altro. Tutta la spadellata di simboli e significati che ci stanno sotto non mi comunica granché. E' un fascino di cui non sento le vibrazioni.

Quando alle partite attaccano la marsigliese, sento un canto popolare battagliero simbolo della rivoluzione di fine '700, e quando alle partite attaccano l'inno di Mameli sento una bella marcetta che ricorda persone encomiabili. Entrambi gli inni celebrano la vita e la morte di eroi e martiri che hanno dedicato tutto quanto a un'idea di nazione e stato. Di fronte al significato della vita di quelle persone, la mia equivale a un colpo di tosse. Ma anche qui, stesso discorso della bandiera: salvo qualche slancio irrazionale, non mi sono mai sentito in debito con loro più o meno di quanto mi sento in debito con Thomas Jefferson, o Gandhi. Se Benigni avesse dedicato la sua oretta the American founding fathers or the liberation movement set up by the Mahatma, his show I would have liked in equal measure.

Because I, like everyone else in this nation and this state are by chance, and not in my name. I have done nothing to deserve it, I did nothing to claim a feeling that goes beyond the necessary registry membership. I love Italy because I care the fate of the world, and Italy-ding! - Is in the world. I find so much unconditional love the patriotic fervor expressed by many, and so effectively by Benigni said last night. Even in its most healthy, fruitful and moderate, I believe in love of country that there is something a bit 'out of place.

I'm crazy for the paintings of Caravaggio, for One of Fenoglio private matter, for the columns of Bernini in St. Peter's and The Bicycle Thief , though. Have you ever seen that make me break even.