L'Aquila spiegata al mio cane. [di Luisa Nardecchia]
Caro Teo,
da quando il tuo padroncino non può occuparsi di te, tocca farlo a me.
Lo sai che gli animali non sono la mia passione: spelano, pretendono. E soprattutto puzzano.
Quando al colloquio per l’assegnazione della CASA mi hanno chiesto se avessi animali, ho detto subito “NO”, per paura di dover aspettare ancora. Era novembre, era freddo, così ti ho rinnegato, ho pensato di potermi liberare di te. In fondo non mi sei mai piaciuto (a me piacciono i gatti lo sai, non sopporto lo sguardo implorante che avete voi cani).
Ma poi non ce l’ho fatta a lasciarti, dopo quello che abbiamo sofferto insieme! Ti ricordi quando eravamo sfollati, non ti hanno preso in albergo e dovevi dormire in macchina? Una mattina, dopo una bufera notturna, ti abbiamo ritrovato mezzo morto. Corsa al veterinario e diagnosi: “attacco di panico”. Pure il cane con gli attacchi panic, I had to happen ...
And so here we are. Do not leave you more, now we have to live, damn it. And do not look askance at! I had to learn to care, to take a walk with all those strange rituals of the Canary Islands ("E 'maschioooo? ... Oh, hold it!" ... "E' femminaaaa? Ah, ok ... calm!" ...). SGRUNT. In the evening, we of CASE, we have learned to manage time, we go out in shifts to not give us discomfort. I'll take you for a walk on the roadside, with cars whizzing nearby. But where else can I go next? The streets are all dark, maybe we should save on the light. E 'pitch black everywhere, except near shopping centers. Maybe they pay the light there. In the old town I'm afraid to take, there is a rat poison and you could eat. It is also full of strays. Piazza d'Armi I know you love it, but at night is so dark that we do not see even with the torch! It is also full of strays. The park of the sun makes me feel bad, it was where the tent city, it annoys me even through it. It is also full of strays. The parquet floor of Via Strinella, one of the Tower and the Castle are so dirty ... also (guess what '?) There are strays. The Villa Comunale, however, is always beautiful! It 'the only green area is still well maintained and lit: There are stray dogs, yes, but also the people, so I'm so scared to take you there. I know, you wonder why the last two years we can not find a place around the house. But see, I'm not going to take you into the courtyard gardens, because there we do the children play. And out from a wildlife oasis in the House there is nothing, not even the sidewalk, you know, and they know the older people running around like crazy Indian reservation in the garden of the nursing home. But where to bring their children walking with prams? Boh. I know, you seem to be at the Truman show : the secret is not out of stock! As soon as you walk away there is nothing, the climate is hostile and pushes you inside. These are fast roads, and homes of those who were already here, that (poor them too) had their lands confiscated and disfigured the landscape from the houses. Us as usurpers and beggars. Do you remember that chick you native launched his dog on native? To my representations shouted: "But revattene DDO ski came from! ".... ("Eh ... pretty me ... Maybe!" I thought while I cursed ). Since then his stick around forever, you know. I even used on the back of the pastor Abruzzo (always free and native) that one day I was bitten in the neck. I could not believe it! What I had to do that ... I woodpecker Cujo to defend my puppy! Just that I was afraid of all dogs in the world. You see you ', the earthquake transforms you, changes you, makes you say: now I start from scratch. I want to be different from before, I want to be better than before! And then you also say: I want a city more beautiful than before, that does not have problems before, I want green, I want a human, I want to measure the dog, I want to spread, I want her comfortable, I want Europe!! It 's great, Te', an opportunity that is offered in a city after an earthquake. In the name of history, on behalf of 309 deaths. I know, I know, you wonder why in one year was not done anything yet. But you see, you ', this year it was spent fighting a bit', you must discuss, study! ... Te ', humans are not so different from you dog. A bone scented ... Who will win the tough, hard and who has the means. Now you are asking yourself the truth of the story of the civil society, the collective thought, minorities, the weak, the disadvantaged ... I wonder where are the important people, where are the studies on post-earthquake, the scientific findings on toxicity, where appeals of the intellectuals, where are the collections of signatures of the intelligentsia (not need a list by Micromega you're right, no matter who they are, it matters what they are) and wonder where are the epidemiological studies, where trade associations, those stuff for which there is an entrepreneur who directs the actions of the poor fellows wandering now all alcoholics (remember, told us Franca), those stuff that you can advise what to do. And where are the associations of psychologists, reports, complaints of increases in mental illness, dependency, of incurable diseases, post-traumatic stress. Yes, Teo; know that there are all these beautiful things! And I'm locked in a drawer along with the master-plan ...! Certainly come out great publications! Fantastic Publications useless! Oh, but do curriculum! Mica an earthquake happens to everyone, we must take advantage, an opportunity is served on a silver platter! Watch the quake returned life to a lot of dead men walking "surfers" are all rejuvenated! Also, you know, 'here we live in very strange way: those who have their own home, fresh freshly redone a thousand colors from Stabilo-boss, and who does not have it anymore, and live in daily torment ( never see her again ? there will be money to rebuild? ate them all before? have to sell? I sell out? ). We live and work side by side! Those who have the problem of where to go for the 'happy hour and those who no longer have neither past nor future, only one from this horrible camp. And the first look of the latter as a whining pain in the ass! The damage of depressed spent long do they tell him that, tell him not to do harm, which are good only to complain! They claim the same job performance, maybe even more. Or tell him "thinking of something else! You can not just think about the earthquake! live your life. " Live your life .... Yes: to let it get short, the law of humans is " who gets touches, and it was you (thankfully) . Then on the books you write a lot of crap, so, for screening, but do not believe it! homo homini canis ! Got it?
No. You do not understand. If you are born puppy with panic attacks, certain things you can not understand. Leave it ... Come here, play "I Am Legend" ... Let's enjoy the walk and the cold of this January, and the sun that rises, like spring, well above the houses ...
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