never forget the summer of 2010. The first summer after graduation. The first summer spent entirely abroad. My first summer in London. The first intern to be precarious. The first in which Italian politics is not going on vacation, and this is not to work in Parliament but to make up ridiculous beyond belief. Since May, in fact, after the case Scajola, has been a crescendo of wickedness. The worst I can remember. The political debate has bogged down and saw the warm autumn ahead, with government debt skyrocketing and many towns close to bankruptcy, I do not think it was really the case.
Meanwhile, since the "master" in double-breasted stopped working, have seen fit to re-open the dungeons of the castle. However, he is not hard to come by resurrecting some classic maze of caves policy Italian. Insults. Allegations. Investigations. Inferences. Complaints. Expulsions. Blackmail. Threats. Diti average. Butts in tarallo. Early elections. Caretaker government. Along with the inevitable "who can apply to you if" and "that is alleamose mejo. Some would call it "sputtanopoli. Other banana republic. I, honestly, without much circled above, the name is Italian republic (first, second or third makes little difference). However, relics of the crypt have found their place in public in more diplomatic and reliable labels. Responsibility of national governments. Loyalty to the electorate. Editorial inquiries. Attack on the institutions. Blah, blah, blah.
In this unusual summer 2010 was also exhumed one of the most precious treasures of the castle of the Italian republic. In my opinion, this is the most characteristic, and labels that did not take: the transformation. Just put on a party and making amends as best by studying those who have conducted journalistic battles (Labor) and political (IDV) series against the system (Berlusconi) that has been a member. Just change the label (FLI), get a foundation and putting an expert antimafia (Granada) to redeem himself from a sin along only sixteen. This theory. The practice is rather (so far at least) the cowardice of the abstention vote each while waiting for the games would be more clear and there is sure to be reelected.
Meanwhile, the foul-smelling smoke coming from the hatch of the old castle came up. Lethal. Poisonous. So poisonous that seems to have reached the pick in mid-August. Not even he, the guardian of the castle of the many bulbs soporific Republican, has managed to endure. On the other hand, must have good health to survive some things.
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