MIGRATION: the cowardice of our time! In my mailbox there's also often anonymous messages, which cover topics mainly dealt in on the blog by people who do not feel to publish their comments.
Lately, it's more than a week now, I received the following mail that I decided to publish in full.
are the utterances of a young man, I do not know, but I think it is worth to be disclosed.
"It 's a long time thinking that I'm maturing, I have discussed many times with those who lived through experiences similar to mine, and lately, after a sermon by a priest at the border of property confiscated on the Camorra I am even more convinced.
I speak, for the avoidance of doubt, the phenomenon of internal migration, the youth, not one motivated by strict necessity, but to that of children of fathers who can afford to go to study in the north of the Garigliano.
I think this need to go to study in the north, and for many young our territory a mere excuse to leave our lands, to choose the broad way instead of the narrow and winding that awaits those who choose to live here. And in this
parents, knowingly or unknowingly are complicit, because in the effort to give their children a better future perspective, are not aware or does not care to leave the impoverished territory that has fed them for generations.
The problem is this: our land is drying up, desertified culturally, just because of our best resources to be rich to do many other cities, chasing the chimera of work, the university (the good one!) And a different life and better than to ours.
If this is not cowardice, it is certainly selfish, because by going away to seek their fortune elsewhere, not out of necessity, mind you, but to seek the best for themselves, do not you think at all to what is left: a land at the mercy of scrap, stinking of all races, the poor, who adapts, who vivacchia shadow of the powerful turn.
Then, if after so many years we are still point and over again, even if the mafia rule, if the policy is collusion, where the underworld is on the agenda, if the culture of legality is struggling to find fertile ground on which to germinate, then is not just the fault of those who remain, dear intellectuals emigrated!
Sentitevene the weight on his shoulders, all of it!
The weight of having left the front, have defected, having turned their backs and they ran away, throwing his shield.
for us, and your luck, there is still someone who can not bring himself to leave and stay here, guard the border, to get the pack for you, to plow and sow the field against the wind, against all odds , to allow you to make up for the gentlemen in the north, which you definitely will vote in a few years trying to assimilate the emphasis League places for fear of being recognized.
And as we rode to see this average migrant intellectual, down to the feast days, when he has time, of course, with toffee-nose with another inflection in his mouth, without any feelings of nostalgia, with the presumption that intellectual port cities than to the "country"!
hear them say that they feel citizens of the world, but instead live only themselves and their selfishness.
What a difference from the real immigrants, those for hunger! Those who went to Switzerland, England, Argentina, America, Canada ...
their return, as they can, with tears in his eyes, thinking about the time that was, seeing their land still beautiful, still charming, still feeling his own, despite the distance and time, feeling that are still part of it, children of the same history.
I find it hard to believe that many brilliant minds I have known, that the noble souls with whom I shared years of my life, are now respected professionals of the anonymous northern province, intent only to rest on the laurels of a place gained by the sweat, that of their parents.
Meanwhile, we, the desert advances.
It 's always the same problem of those who follow the way (to the north are the services, the university works, finding work, the work is not in black but everything is clean, the trains run on time ... ) and those who create the street: those who are fighting against corruption, against the lace against the corrupt politician, against ignorance, patronage, cultural backwardness, disorganization, the malfunction.
Who's gone, those who betrayed us, he simply chose to go where the right is the right and duty is duty, preferring to leave to others the liberation struggle where the right is for and the duty is an act of servile submission .
Here is a people whose dignity is trampled on constantly, but the fault is not only to those who hits the heel, but especially those who can avoid it and turns away, pretending not to see.
What more, the outrage is so great and little hope, because for those who remained in the forefront, the withdrawal of the best that they leave it open another front, this time from behind. I still believe that
if you were born in a place rather than another depends definitely a pattern, and we must recognize, accept and find the motivation to go all the way to their vocation.
So, if there is a provision of Providence, then sooner or later will need to account for them in this life or another.
will one day ... and I will not want to be in your shoes at that moment. "
