CULTURE ... 
What I would never write to my son .... Let's work together, 'cause this does not happen!
July 11, 2025
My son, you're going to finish your university, you have been good. I have no reproaches from you. Finish on time and well, much more than your mother and I had expected. That's why I speak bitterly, thinking of what is now waiting for you. This country, your country is no longer a place where we can stand with pride.
You can only imagine the pain with which I tell you these things, and concern about a future that will end up breaking the gentle habits of our life together, as was the case for all these long years. But I can not honestly hide what I have long meditated. I know you enough to know how strong your sense of justice, the desire to get the results, the feeling of friends to hold together, good and bad alike. And, again, the idea that studying hard is the only way to make credible and reliable in the work that you meet.
Here, look around. What you see is that all this has less value in a society divided, quarrelsome, highly individualistic, ready to sell off the minimum values \u200b\u200bof solidarity and fairness, in exchange for a recognition of the personal interests of prebends questionable; fierce Careers made on merit exist. Unless it is a merit affiliation, political, clan, familistic: just make the difference.
This is a country where, if you're lucky, you'll start earning a tenth of all racks, a hundredth of a tissue or a tronista, maybe a little more than a thousandth of a great manager which has assets of mishaps and failures that will ever pay. It 's also a country in which to travel, you have to pray that Alitalia does not try to tell us to take seriously the company asking its employees respect the organization, because then you may come to see you cancel any flight for days whole, spend your time waiting for an information (or excuse) that will not come. On the other hand, how could it be otherwise, if this is the only country where a state-owned airlines, technically bankrupt for failing to stay on the market, giving it the monopoly was privatized, and so forcing its leaders to paralysis in the face of Employees who do not believe more than ever be at risk.
Believe me, if you look around and if you turn a bit ', you will not find many reasons to cheer him up. Run into the glorious destiny of those who, having made even the taxi driver, you see rewarded - for reasons guessed - with a Board of Directors, or not knowing anything about electricity, gas and various energy, access to the unperturbed top of a multi-utility. Not worth anything have spotless record, if there are sufficient grounds to work on other land, able to push a delicate task, perhaps critical to the fate of industrial country. This is a country where no one seems destined to pay for the mistakes made, imagine if you will pull back and thought he did not touch a place more than once officiated by registered post to any office. I could go on and on, bored and depressing.
For this, his heart is suffering more than ever, my advice is that you, your studies are finished, take the road from abroad. Choose to go which have a value loyalty, respect, recognition of merit and performance. You probably will not all gold, not that. Also happen that often, you take the nostalgia of your country and, I hope, of your old. And you will try to come to terms, to do that for which you have prepared for years.
Listen to me, this is a country you do not deserve. We wanted it to be different and we have failed. Us too. You have the right to live differently, without asking, for example, if what you say or write can disrupt some of these mediocre that count, the risk of being placed in the viewfinder, perhaps subtly, find and marginalized without understanding why.
Now that I have said what I wanted to avoid with all my strength, I know, I expect, what would you answer me. I know you and love you for that too. I say it's all true, that things are just like that, that you suck, but you, for this, do not give it to him won. That's it. And I do not know, believe me, if you worry more for this obstinacy, or rejoice at having found a way to not let me down, favoring my bitterness.
still ready to suffer.
Love, your father
