We are a divided country from north to south, from east to west in all respects. But we do not talk, we look the other way and hide behind a finger. What makes us most are the talk of the alleged escort Berlusconi, the friend of Fini, the foreign houses of guy, love of Dick. We wallow in the sterile debate and we are so happy. The country is falling apart. Sentence told and retold, almost like a prophecy autoadempie but the data speak for themselves, there is no recovery. Marcegaglia speaks of hope that "the worst is over." She hopes her, but how? Silvio had assured us that everything was over, we were picking up yet ... Confindustria hoped. He thought the OECD to place all disagree, and so, review all the downside. But it's okay, the country is not growing, it is divided, there is growing imbalance, but we chat splash of wit and Finian spites Berlusconi. No thanks. Where is Italy stove that works? What if the sleeves rolled up really (do not punch him as do those of the PD) to work, to produce, for a change. Let's face it the change we need. An important change in mentality. We too much attention to the media, and just what happens in the territory, local, or just in small towns in the micro-macro reality of the city. The fault, as I said long ago, is ours. We are the ones that stay with our game to make us fool, we disunity and we forget what we have right under our noses in our own backyards. Before the policy is inevitably individual action, forget it is a sin
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