Tuscolano
A short walk along the edge of the new year, the practice abandoned, the urban decay and the cheeky faces on the wallsPlastic glasses, a few bottles of sparkling wine, several boxes of fireworks ripped. No trace of broken dishes. No one that, fallen by accident, it is just crumbled. At nine thirty in the morning around there is nobody yet. The few you see are far apart, with a dog on a leash. The first greetings I exchange on Tuscolana, at the height of Numidio Quadrato, with a Bengali, sitting next to a petrol pump...
His AfricaNow there is nothing to separate him from the position of Democratic Party leader. Now there is nothing to separate him from the umpteenth return to national politics. Now there is nothing to separate him from the definitive affirmation. Now there is nothing to tempt him. Now there is no identity behind which to hide. Now there is no other commitment or mission that can make him think about to leave politics and power. What he had said once does not count any more...