I dreamed.
Opera, winter 2007, and An alloy guide the citizens
burns the provisional field of civil protection.
Roma had to accommodate 75, including 30 children, good people waiting for a final place.
the garrison ladies in fur are swollen with bile:
"steal the fish pond, our homes are devalued."
Around the fire they fraternized, drink mulled wine, eat sausages.
The Roma are afraid, urged the authorities to take them away.
But all is well.
The leader of the revolt will be awarded:
election of the mayor's seat is assigned.
Inverno 2008.
Brucia il campo rom di via Triboniano, solo fango, né acqua, né luce, né gas
E 600 donne uomini bambini senza più niente.
Il comune di Milano fa qualcosa.
Al posto delle baracche – container, al posto del fango – cemento,
e poi anche acqua luce e gas.
Ma non c’è posto per tutti e c’è un prezzo da pagare:
il Patto di legalità, legge speciale per zingari!
Se trasgredisci, throw down the street you and your family.
I signed:
I will not ever steal. Although until now I never did.
never ask for alms. Although until now I never did.
not host nobody in my container
Not even for one night, even my mother!
But I have a container and then all is well!
I dreamed.
10 Romanian gypsies, working in rule by the same master.
We are interviewing from television to show that they are not beasts.
The next day the boss calls them: "I have seen in transmission.
Bravi, the glory you pay, you are gypsies? Go away home! "
I dreamed.
Ponticelli A Molotov cocktail on the Roma camps. Popular uprising, a bottom
(lower case - from the belly of the state - the Camorra).
moment of pride and glory, before the cameras, people crying
"I'm not racist, it is they who are Gypsies!"
Their children in schools and to draw fires alongside the words:
"burn 'em all! They also produce garbage!
It's okay, they are only children.
Perhaps too much television,
But these children are the future of the nation!
I dreamed.
Rebecca, 11 year old gypsy girl,
not go to school, but reads, writes and does the accounts, the time passes it down the street,
does not ask for charity but Pancakes with nutella.
Draw homes. He won a UNICEF award for his designs,
His father, an evangelical pastor, a man of faith, is beaten by two police officers, without reason, before his eyes.
But it's all right, only four punches.
Now Rebecca will also draw cops!
I dreamed.
Bezzecchi Godfrey, an Italian citizen, Roma concentration camp survivor.
Large family: 35 people including children and grandchildren, all without a criminal record.
70 at 5 am, police officers and police traffic wardens
with a van of science, by order of the Prefect of Milan,
are to list him and his family name and even religion.
But are Italian citizens. It was not enough to go to 'register?
Ah no, fair, born does not say if you have rom
And if you're Orthodox, Catholic or Muslim.
But it's all right, he is accustomed to the field of toxic concentrations of
Teramo had already filed.
I dreamed.
Violetta and Cristina, Roma children of Slavic origin.
drowned in Pozzuoli near Naples.
Their bodies lie on the beach for hours.
A few meters away people continue to sunbathe, sip a drink, call friends and family with your new phone.
's all normal.
The UN High Commissioner is indignant?
anyone wonders about the responsibility?
Who are: society, politics, media?
If you really must, each of us look in the mirror
and say to himself: I had nothing to do with this!
But all is well.
Violetta and Cristina will not be sold at twelve wives,
will not be forced to beg, steal
not good mothers to children Neapolitan
no, no one will ever take their fingerprints
and ask for their religion and their ethnicity.
O now says the new breed?
I dreaming?
No, Opera, Pavia, Livorno, Mestre, Rome, Brescia, Milan, Naples ....
A glow afar, on the outskirts! Burn a gypsy camp!
Who cares! The fate g'ha well! Long live the League!
But if we have our story with troubled
Then, as the poet says you can say 'dream'
and all that so far we have served up
like a bad dream can already be forgotten.
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