I go away because ... # 1
Monaco is completely covered with snow. Who cares, you say. The problem is that I, after my holiday, I've left my heart in Monaco. When I was there I often wake up crying to the idea of having to return to Naples. And now that I'm back "home", I often wake up crying at not be in Monaco. Germany
And I even like it!
As promised, especially to Frank but to myself, here is the list of reasons why I want to leave from Naples, vaguely reminiscent of the "go / rest" Saviano and Fazio, except that I would stay here for anything world. On the other hand, I already wrote once: he's Saviano, I am no one, he has the courage to stay and fight, I will run away like a coward in a place where I will not be forced to fight.
My list can be divided into two different lists: the reasons for the survival, me and my loved ones is at risk in Naples and "whims", small cultural incompatibility so I do not live well here.
list of things that do not allow me to live well here we are surely the pollution, waste, total disorganization, the absolute lack of rules.
First, of course, I miss the water in Naples. Hot water in winter, running water in the summer, drinking water for cooking ... sooner or later I will make like Scrooge on the roof to fill buckets of rainwater. Indeed, not even that, since Naples is the European city with the highest pollution by nitrogen dioxide, the pollutant responsible for acid rain. Coming
therefore pollution, in addition to the officially recorded and reported, there is a pollution of toxic waste which few people speak. Since the disposal of waste is completely in the hands of the Camorra, the landfills are certainly not up to code and can easily happen that the buildings are constructed with asbestos "recycled" or that the soil is contaminated with heavy metals. Not by chance I had cancer in the first 13 years, while he was a dear friend dying at 18.
We were then taken to the notorious "garbage crisis". I had promised myself not to talk about, but since I am forced to put on the list, I take this opportunity to make a small digression.
To all those that think Naples is buried waste because of the left, because the Neapolitans are dirty, they know not manage because they are so stupid who can not take the garbage to the bins, why do not understand that by opening a new landfill would solve the problem: go fuck. First of all because you did not understand a shit, but also because judgments shoot undocumented and dare you judge us based on idiotic clichés. I hope you will find the same situation, to see your children dying of leukemia and cancer without even knowing why, of having to ask every time you eat "that I have before me is very healthy vegetable or poison?" of having to undergo assessments of stupid people like you, having to watch helplessly as crime organized destroy your lives and being forced, despite everything, to get by. Do not you concede even suicide. Assholes like you have to suffer until the last breath.
back to us, the garbage is one of the reasons why it has become impossible to live in Naples. Finally, among the substantive reasons why I would like to get away from here, there is a complete lack of organization. Just a few days ago I had a little misunderstanding with a friend of linguistic Asti. I used the expression "a bunch", which is obviously dialect, to tell her that I can not use the new msn. Well, I think that phrase is perfectly expressed in the lifestyle of Naples. Here, but I think also elsewhere in Italy, "deck" means "ass", which in turn is used as a term for "luck" - you've all said "that ass" instead of "lucky thing". My life goes on to fortune; also Pino Daniele, in a famous song, saying, "and everyone expects' to ciorta" (which is another word for fate). Every morning when I wake up, I must be lucky enough to find water to wash myself, I must be lucky enough to find the bus that takes me to university, I have to be lucky enough to find the professor in class, I have to get lucky to return home in less than 3 hours ... here there is no right, there is ciorta. And, by bus, in Naples there are no timetables for the bus. Indeed, there are just public transport. The new metro runs every 10 minutes, which for the standard Neapolitan is a miracle, but in respect of seconds to wait for Monaco, Stuttgart and London, sucks. However this is not me complaining. I live 12 km from the university and I have to wake up at 6:30 to get to class at 9. Whereas, when I do its very late, I leave home at 7.30, use more than an hour and a half to do 12 km, with an average speed of 8 km / h. EIGHT! But just because they accompany me to the subway car, or should I leave at 6.30. Under the bus pass my house on average once every 45 min on average, because I happened to wait up to two hours.
I must be lucky to make a medical examination, because the last time I tried The doctor was called in to help ... his wife! The poor, which inexplicably turned itself off suddenly as the car, asked for help to her husband, who deemed it right to abandon his patients waiting (who had already paid the ticket and had the facts straight months to get that visit) with the excuse of "urgent home visits."
I must have luck when I go to a public office, because the times are at the discretion of the employee and it may happen that he did not really want to work and then leave you to die waiting.
I have to get lucky after death, because if I do not have relatives bring me flowers, my body is thrown in a landfill by people who then resells the grave. Yes, in Naples have to be lucky even in death.
In short, I have no rights. I have no right to employment, housing, health. Here you live with favors and fortune and you do not have certezze.Ed is why I want to go: I want to live in a country where they have rights and duties, where things really work and we should not deal with this mess for the simplest tasks. I want a place to raise my children without fear of seeing them die at any moment, I want to be sure that if my rights are trampled, the problem becomes community, and will not go as my single.
Behold, this was the first of the two lists. On the second I think about tomorrow.
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