Quando si invecchia - almeno nel mio caso - si è portati a pensare che la storia non è quella che ci tell at school or soon after, on benches or, more generally, those on the existence, history, more likely, is that you are willing to believe or to believe that you are convinced, partly because people Carlo Azeglio Ciampi as are willing to make known their memories and thus their raccontro of its history, deeply steeped in the history of Italy.
So it is difficult for a student of history that sometimes do not recover these artifacts belong to him: because they are too young or simply because they are too distant or different from his conviction. There is no offense to history, to the real one, written on stones buried in the dust of ages, from those who do study, but the inevitable consequence of the fact that those who study history is so flawed and a man and willing to fail, especially if driven by the need to prove the very climax of a discovery close to the ideological belief. In short, as intellectually honest, we tend, each, to remain involved with the idea that each town is made of the story.
Well, I'm not a historian, nor even less as a scholar of history, but I used to believe that fascism - which are far away (to be clear immediately) - it was not a takeover, if no recognition of executive authority by whom, King, head of a monarchy Constitutional allowed to Benito Mussolini, to the Prime Minister.
What makes the king in a monarchy institution, the President of this Republic is probably a purely formal. If not that one was the representative branch of power, whose education was to rule certainly different from that of those who, today, is the son of the policy, which is entrusted with the task of educating those who would govern the country tomorrow . If not the fact that in a monarchy which includes luxury only the nobles, in this Republic, are those who glitz, however, govern the populace on one hand, hail the good and the other whip them, by reason of passion intestine, more or less understandable.
But, well, let's get to my conviction history or, rather, the idea that I am made of the history of Italy, not so different from today.
On October 20, 1922 - the year when my father was born, communist, who never attended a public meeting fascist (or at any table, I was young fascist), as anti-fascist, but faithful to Italy, so as to suffer imprisonment British concentration camps (the story does not mention, but there are states), while fellow soldiers of the regime giuravan allegiance to the Queen, loyal to their Italian, rather than to Italy - there was the march on Rome and some say, a blow State, while I say that the state recognized the right of Mussolini to govern Italy. It was the King to recognize that a mob can get in Rome, no move against the army that they probably would have lost. So for me, there was no coup, no seizure of power, if not the desire of people to take on an Italian terrace able to shout to the so-called "crowds" his "win and win." There was a need to face certain fears of the bourgeoisie and the clergy, although so far from the fascist doctrine, but so fearful of the Communists. There was the "courage" to withdraw from the parliamentary dell'opposizoione Parliament, leaving people like Matteotti were massacred by truncheon blows ... But the story changes and
we become better people. Like a chameleon, the nature of eating insects does not change, except in color, the political nature of man does not change, except under flags which often fill the squares or ceremonial funeral. So
marches on Rome - now thief (but always worth occupy the seat of Caesar, when voters are too preoccupied with admiration on those around us, instead of the symbol that supports it) - are repeated so happens that the some people have spauricchio from which to defend themselves, so as to use, from time to time, to claim the figure of the strong man. And why not a king, but a president should not be entrusted to the people of that character that seems more in line with that national sentiment? The king, yes, was exiled with him and his whole family because it was not brave enough to move up the army against the fascists, rather than to the head of government who represented them honorably. For a President, this probably can not take place and who knows if it would be right for this, when it was not for that.
course, mine is just an idea of \u200b\u200bthe history of this country. I'm not a historian, I do not know the story, I have to tell the chair and, probably, if they had to do, I should shut up and documented according to the common sense of the history of Italy.
Mine is only a reflection of Italian small, small. What most shocked that
not what he does or does my President, rather than to amaze me that castor oil administered or to avoid giving the head of government, which degrade to a vulgar way of opposition, ready to tagliarselo to spite his wife; thrilled that remain before a "Grand Council of Fascism" that dstituisce its dictator for the Future and the Freedom of the country, but then it's ready to protect their person.
Most of all this, I smile, that way before all Italian, not to remain faithful to Italy, but just the idea that each of Italy, so personal and so different from another, this was Italy, believing the most interesting story that is told. My father
there is no more, but as a believer, I think I can now see and understand that the story of his life, was much more interesting than the history books given in small doses, in compulsory education. That the story of men consistent - fascist or anti-fascist, does not count - and prepared to take blows and taunts, for the honor of Italy, is the story that most fascinated me and mine.
It 'also the story of the First Republic, the Roman Agora, built by politicians who have built a united Italy and the republican idea of \u200b\u200bsharing a single normal country, described in that little book which they called the Constitution.
course, a very different story from what was "The March on Rome thief" and that if the thieves are taking.
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