I tell the Corriere – On the side of pensioners with the second home

Dear Aldo,
since March, and I don’t know until, I can’t go to my second home. In June, however, I will have to pay the first Imu installment and the Tari installment. Do you think that’s right?
Angelo Pagliai, Milan

According to the new provisions, we can go to visit relatives, but what difference is there between this move and going to a second home? And to overcome a regional border? I understand that these second houses are very annoying to current rulers.
Fiorella Fiore

We are finally in phase two, and we would like to post ourselves in our house by the sea with the grandparents, the children, even if it is a matter of leaving the region a few kilometers. Absurd to prevent it.
Mario Rossi, Arese

Dear readers,
Many of you have written to complain about the prolonged deprivation of liberties. Unfortunately, these are largely unavoidable measures; references to dictatorships are out of place. I have the impression that an experiment will begin tomorrow. The government did not give the free all; but allowing the Italians to visit the mother (and the now famous relatives and stable affections) in fact opened up to freedom of movement, waiting to see what will happen and to decide accordingly whether to close or extend the reopening.
There is one aspect that is not very convincing: the regional dimension of the measures. Italy is not a federal republic. We are not the United States and not even Germany. There are no Lombard or Lazio citizens; there are only Italian citizens. Why can a Roman go to see his mother in Gaeta, who is still in Lazio, and not in Baia Domizia, which is in the same gulf but already in Campania? And why can a Milanese go to Voghera but not to Tortona? Of course, moving indiscriminately dangerous. But some doubts come, for example, when thinking about second homes.
Let’s leave hypocrisy aside: for a second home I don’t mean the country estate or the villa on Lake Como, which moreover the wealthy Milanese will soon be able to reach without leaving the borders of the Region. I mean the pensioner who has worked all his life to buy a two-room apartment in Loano, and does not have the prospect of being able to go there shortly. This creates some problems, because it is not easy to tell a citizen who pays taxes (pensioners could not evade them even if they wanted to) that he cannot go to his house.



Thinking about who left without a greeting …

I live in Bergamo, particularly attacked by this tragedy that has swept many lives around me, dear friends and acquaintances taken away without being able to be close to them and express feelings of affection, oppressed by the sense of helplessness. I know that this condition is not only mine, but shared by many, not only of my city. That’s why I wrote April 2020.
To the song … / to the shrill delirium / to the arrogance / of the decomposed atom / and to the boundless ego / of anyone who can everything / to the incredulous silence / the light rain / sprinkles everything / the roof tiles / the tender leaves of spring / the astonished / mute streets, marked / by the high sounds / of the sirens / of cars / with a red cross./ Further silence / the night / with some light / lingering / to hope for the day / another day / a new day. / The light rain / luster of diaphanous flashes / everything / the dome in front / with the head / the golden effigy / of the Virgin Mary / to protect, / everything joins / to silence./ Maybe even the rain / has chosen with reason / to be light / tenuous / to too many lights / rowdy / to the shameless performing / to the greedy appetites / he wants to feel / really close / appearing / in an embrace / without noise / with those who keep silent / with his face moistened / thinking about whom / party / without even / a greeting.
Augusto Sciacca, www.augustosciacca.com


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