It 'obvious that someone wishes to the next as the "next" or "not this, maybe the next ..."
ingenious idea, as the very beginning of this article, Gian Antonio Stella, uses the word "catholic". (Article taken from today's Corriere della Sera, January 9, 2009)
Everything else, I leave you to judge ... as there is little to judge ...
... to the limit, it is to think and order ...
Gabriele
In defense of frost left homeless
from Mestre to Genoa, the hard line with the marginalized. Stations closed at night, denied blankets, "bravado"
"Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of 'Man has nowhere to lay his head, "says Jesus in Matthew's Gospel. Yet not a day goes by in our (supposedly) very Catholic country without so many (so-called) Catholics with his mouth full of bellicose words in the name of the Catholic tradition a daily show contempt for those who had "nowhere to lay his head." An example? The police stop right to the volunteers who brought hot tea to the homeless refugees in the Mestre railway station: "I do not have permission." 
station Mestre
FIERCE bureaucratic - worth chasing obtuseness resistance from society at large stations Prefect, which in these days of snow and ice, marked by the death of a homeless man in Vicenza, has had to face tough to get that Venetian porches of the two stations were no longer closed and barred from one night to five in the morning. What's most serene city, where the region has drastically cut over the past two years, aid to the homeless (which allocates a quarter of the amount allocated to the birthday parties of the Republic of Leon), however, is only the latest in a chain of events that marcano una continua e progressiva indifferenza, se non proprio insofferenza, nei confronti degli «ultimi tra gli ultimi». Basti ricordare la morte di «Babu» sotto i portici del Teatro Carlo Felice di Genova dopo la sbrigativa operazione di «pulizia» (o «polizia»?) con la quale alla vigilia di Natale erano state buttate via le coperte «sporche» regalate ai senzatetto dalla Caritas. O la bravata criminale dei quattro teppisti riminesi che hanno dato fuoco a un clochard «per noia». O ancora la motivazione surreale della multa di 160 euro data a fine dicembre da certi poliziotti fiorentini a poveracci che passavano la notte all'addiaccio: «Dormiva in modo palesemente indecente».
DECORO - «Il decoro! Il decoro!». Questa è l'obiezione che si leva. La stessa che ha spinto il Comune di Verona, guidato da Flavio Tosi, a pretendere che la carta d'identità dei «barboni» venisse cambiata. Prima, alla voce «indirizzo », c'era scritto: «Via dell'Accoglienza». Un piccolo eufemismo, un po' ingenuo, per non marchiare il titolare del documento. Adesso no: «Senza indirizzo ». Per carità: ineccepibile. Però, «dietro», c'è tutta una filosofia. Sempre più tesa a tenere ben separati «noi» e «loro». Sempre più allergica a chi «rovina» l'immagine delle città. Sempre più sbuffante verso gli emarginati. Up to press time ago by the then mayor of Vicenza Henry Hullweck to ban begging for beggars with "hideous deformity." A definition that, beyond the faults of some fraudsters (to hit: obvious), it sounded obscene and offensive to all disabled. Yet, those "bums" that today give so much trouble in a society often indecent but snarling guardian of the fetish of "decency," are a part of our lives.
ALWAYS - of religious life, as recalled by the scene of St. Francis giving his cloak to a poor man of Assisi in the cycle of frescoes attributed to Giotto. Musical life, as we recall the stories of the organ grinder Walking barefoot in the snow, in The Winter Journey by Franz Schubert, without encountering those who put a penny in the hat or the Frugola that the cloak of Giacomo Puccini, "is perpetually busy rummaging in the trash." Part of our literary life, from homeless Micawber in David Copperfield by Charles Dickens all'Andreas Kartack de The legend of the Holy Drinker by Joseph Roth up to the secret of Joe Gould, the brilliant intellectual Harvard graduate who had decided to live as homeless to discover the essence of man "between the cams, transfers, tuberculosis, bankruptcies, the broken promises, the eternal void," and in short, all those without homes, "the only ones among whom I have always felt at home. " Not to mention the film, Chaplin the Tramp irresistible to tender Miracle in Milan by Vittorio De Sica, from Archimedes to the homeless with Jean Gabin Bodou saved from the waters of Jean Renoir's up to The Pursuit of Happyness, Gabriele Muccino, blessed by triumphs at the box office. Proven evidence of how many we can beat and move us and make a tear for the misfortunes of Copperfield and Will Smith, the court forced to live like a bum. It left the cinema dodge the drunk down on the sidewalk: "God, what stinks! '. Yet, the chronicles of these years have taught us to know a little 'more, our "holy drinkers." Often finished under bridges, say the dossier, perhaps only because the state, having abolished the horror of the asylums, he forgot to find a decent alternative for those who do not make it alone to face the reality and have no family able to be bearing the burdens. Or so overwhelmed by showers of life. Or upset by the betrayal of the people they believed. Or pinched by a pain too great.
Pirandello ODESCALCHI, Bobbi- People like Luigi Pirandello, who had long hair and beard, was of the same name of the writer whose father was a cousin, had studied, and spoke English French but girava nel centro di Roma spingendo un carretto dove raccoglieva cartoni. O Filippo Odescalchi, figlio di don Alessandro Maria Baldassarre, principe del Sacro Romano Impero, discendente di papa Innocenzo XI, che abbandonò all'inizio degli Ottanta il palazzo di famiglia in piazza Santi Apostoli per andare ad abitare sotto il colonnato di Palazzo Massimo insieme con una donna e un barbone che indossava sempre il frac e il papillon, si presentava come «Ele D'Artagnan, attore cinematografico, figlio del grande Toscanini» e chiedeva a tutti un appuntamento con Federico Fellini: «Deve darmi una buona parte nel prossimo film perché poi ho deciso che mi ritiro». Persone come Eugenia Bobbo, che in gioventù era stata una bellissima ragazza di Chioggia and had lost his head to an heir of Jose Echegaray y Eizaguirre, mathematician, playwright, politician, minister of Spain, awarded the 1904 Nobel Prize for literature. Widowed, she had let go. When he died, the newspapers wrote that "for thirty years had lived as a homeless person under the arcades of the Ducal Palace, including a marble bench and the fifth floor window," who "spoke four or five languages, had an impressive culture and thirty years had never asked for alms, "and lived a bit of kindness' of noble women, most notably Spain's Duchess of Alba and told:" In the theater, when I was young, all binoculars were trained on me '. People who, for various reasons, they leave behind everything. And which, in addition to some covered in these days of frost, at least one thing we need: a little 'respect. Refuge from the cold station of Mestre
January 9, 2009
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