In Italy we’re doing what comes naturally, the complaint. For us complaining is a mono or dia-logical outburst over the impatience that comes from seeing that nothing goes as it should… day by day. The problem is that often we do absolutely nothing the change the situations we don’t like. We must also say that we’re very self-critical, when progress occur we aren’t able to see it, but this is the other side of the coin…
Good luck, and poor sons
Today I asked myself: why have I been shaped for a world that doesn’t exist?
I have no way to contribute to society in the way that’s more congenial to me because I haven’t a job.
On the other hand, I have a “curriculum vitae” that I couldn’t even write, let alone work.
I’m 31, I’ve been studying for more than 16 years, working for 10, done 22 different jobs, 19 “blacks” and 3 reals, regular ones and everything I mean, most of all paid.
I’m a journalist…