Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Water for Italy - Olympics 2020

Italy - The old lady. Italy - A big (and fake) circus. Italy - This heavy elephant.

Today the issue is: "Italy & Olympics".

There is anybody who really thought that Italy can handle everything a world event like the Olympics involves?

You know what? We say in Italy: “You cannot celebrate a wedding eating dried figs.”

I'm wondering if the Romans, Italians really thought that a city like Rome tore to ribbons, reduced into a Swiss cheese and still overcrowded, very dirty, with 2,776,362 inhabitants and only two Metro lines... Well, I'm wondering if Italians really thought that Rome can host the Olympics even without the economic crisis chasing and casting them in a bad light before the rest of Europe, indeed.

Luckily, Italians have Mr. Monti now, who is neither the emperor Vespasiano nor Tito, but just our Mr. Jankowski, the main character of the novel by Sara Gruen "Water for Elephants".

Main newspapers titles read today: "Rome pulls out of 2020 Olympics race. Rome's bid to host the 2020 Olympics was pulled due to economic uncertainty, according to Prime Minister Mario Monti.", and most of the Italians breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lady Elephantaly" can drink her dose of fresh water, eventually.

Saying NO, Monti's opened Italy's eyes again. All we - Sleeping Beauties...

"Tell me, do you honestly think this is the most spectacular show on earth?" asks August to Jacob Jakonwski. "No, it's nowhere near. [...] You already know that Marlena's not Romenian royalty. And Lucinda? Nowhere near eight hundred and eighty-five pounds. [...] And do you really think Otto got tatoooed by angry headhunters in Borneo? [...] The whole thing's illusion, Jacob, and there's nothing wrong with that. It's what people want from us. It's what they expect."

Mario Monti's struggling with Italy as Mr. Jankowski struggled with Silver Star, the disabled horse to be shot. A horse representing the hopes and the pride of an entire community (which is the circus's community in the novel), but also the audience’s dreams. When horse dies, dreams vanish and the magical circus, that circus claiming to be the best in the world suddenly turns into a heap of hay mixed with grunge, a meeting of outcasts and false heroes.
Mario Monti knows that you cannot set up a show with a dead horse (Calabria and other similar regions) pulled by a rope tied to hind legs; with a circus ring like the "Olimpico" Stadium where supporters have to walk to, because often there are too few buses, or no buses at all; he well knows that many artists are not brilliant and charming "Flying Angels", acrobats or Hercules, but only our "sparring partners": Morfò, Acri, Galluzzi, Critelli, Crea, Forestefano & Co. 
Everyone knows, everyone is silent.

He is the vet who does his best to take care of his beasts threatening to bite his hand, though.

"Wake up, Mr Jankowski. You're having a bad dream."

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