Some episodes of the news I have reported racial to mind a recent trip to Bologna and moved to some reflection.
Early September . I'm in Bologna, I return after a few years. The heat Executioner and back pain bothering me incessantly. Despite all this I start to wander, hoping to revive some memories. In the past, Bologna was one of my favorite cities: memories and intense student political activity. Erro for the city, runs through the center following a case, the flows of people (Bologna, tourists do not know) and arrive in Via Paolo Fabbri 43. I can not remember the Gucci of the eighties and its Bologna. Retrieval from memory verses of his song, "Bologna" to say, from Metropolis (1981), to savor some of the nuances in the verses and carnal rich contradictions of a city that was already booming country then. The province healthy and active:
"Bologna is a rich lady who was a farmer: / well-being, villas, jewels ... and salami in the window, / who knows that the 'smell of misery to swallow is something serious / and want to feel safe with what she's wearing, because he knows fear. /
The smell of waste your well-being but with the strange combination / of the dead before the dreams St. Petronius your / and your Bolognese, if any, there are now or are you lost / confused and linked to thousands of different worlds? / Oh how many words you sing, rocking the cliches of the people, / it's like singing songs that sing about nothing ...
Bologna is a strange lady, vulgar dame, / Bologna child for good, Bologna "Busoni", / Bologna navel all push me to a hiccup and a burp, / m remorse for what 'you element, which is almost remember, and the scent of the past ... "
Bologna that has always boasted of its opening, the civilization reached, with the integration (the southern going up), organization and solidarity. A city to boast about in the slogans "a city like Bologna
The back continues to haunt me and I decide to return to the hotel to lie down and rest a little. On the way to Piazza Nettuno, which is teeming with tourists. I confess a sense of dissatisfaction. Bologna is approved as the other cities that do not know what to feel a strange and disappointing. The memories have taken perhaps the upper hand, and a comparison with this does not hold.
Because of the pain I decided to lie down to relieve back pain, on the benches at the corner of City Hall. The benches are arranged in a circle with two seats. I sit on one side, listening to the conversation that a group of elderly men and women are on the other side of the choir. They talk about the high cost of living, the curse of the euro, inflation. Among them is also an old pensioner of Basilicata (says so and I also recognize the accent, most of the slope field), who lives in Bologna with a child. The tones reveal regret and pessimism, the arguments are confused, or bundled without head nor tail. Suddenly approached by a black boy who asks a few coins with plaintive tone, saying that he is hungry and not eat for days. In response to a rash of no. Then phrases like: "look a bit 'that." The South declared: "we think more of them and those who think the rest of us?". It is the beginning of a spiral that spins wildly on itself. The terms are becoming increasingly violent and racist anti-immigration, which is colored dirt, fear, disease, violence, arrogance. In short tumbler is all the paraphernalia of clichés common problem on immigration.
I get up and I'm leaving. I do not want to argue, as would certainly happened in the past. I repeat, in the opinion that Bologna is a city approved the other, and that the climate of fear, which is blown up, is present and tangible and that this is the current climate. I place myself in gear and I think I do not like most Bologna. Across the road, and I linger on the monuments, with the hope of finding hope.
Early October. news stories:
"in Parma, Parma civil, municipal police had beaten up a young man from Ghana, Emmanuel Bonsu Foster, wrote on his practice and the explanation: "nigger." Were hunting for drug dealers and found Emmanuel, which is not a drug dealer, is a student. Indeed, it is a student who fights them drug dealers. She was beginning to work as a volunteer in a rehabilitation center for toxic. But it was enough that he had black skin to trigger the sadism of the brigade, kicked, punched, spit at the "nigger"
The roots of hatred and racism are taking root in our country. In addition occasions I have pointed out that the self-fulfilling prophecies can. This is what is happening and I do not think the time is favorable to change the situation. Curzio Maltese agree with what he writes about the "Republic" by the way of "The poisonous fruit zero tolerance" . Emilia and I think how much humanity and solidarity have been wasted or are being wasted. Improvisation of our politicians, and how much manipulation there is around these phenomena, which departs from a more serious and concrete problems of our cities.
Early September . They are in Bologna. I'm here to follow the events in Urban Dance Festival, now in its twelfth year and that my friend Massimo Carosi is the artistic director. With Max we put up a section of urban dance festival held in my power in July "Festival of the city of a hundred steps." Meeting another friend, also named Max, and we follow the performances of dance and performance, which occur in places abandoned or in particular places in the city, looking "tourist" has consumed meaningless. Art as life force to give voice to the body, places the architecture. The art to push the look further, creating, in the words of Baudelaire, the great surreal that reveals what can not be found in the banality of everyday gaze darkened. Go further degrading the loneliness and abandonment of our cities, where fear is the host. This tells us the gift of art.
So my slogan "against aesthetic communication" makes sense here, and opens up the hope. The hope of changing the perception of where we live.
Ulrich
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