captain Sometimes days like this to be reconciled with the world in general and mankind in particular. The events bring me back to when the group was the most important thing, feeling like the other part was essential and was so comforting.
I know, it childish, but I really like being in a place full of so many people and know that with all of them have at least one thing in common. Not the same for everyone, but everyone in the square where I was today, was something we could share. I felt full of affection for those who spoke from the stage and for those around me: the girl with her arm in plaster, the man with the earring in the shape of Nike logos, the lady with big hair that much of the last horizon I look at the excluded, the French girl with the red and still be harpy bloody nose but had a totally unprotected, the bespectacled boy who chewed and drank non-stop 15 cm behind the back of my head until I capitulated and I got away, il signore attempato con il paletot di cammello ma col berretto da puffo... li ho amati tutti. Persino i "manifestanti nomadi" che anche oggi imperversavano. Avete presente quelli che arrivano quando il tutto è già iniziato, si portano più o meno al centro, e di lì iniziano a solcare la folla in cerca di un posto migliore, andando avanti così per tutta la durata dell'evento? Ti guardano con un sorriso tra il mesto e l'imbarazzato e accennano con la mano a un altrove dove ambiscono arrivare facendo spostare te. Li odiano tutti, ovunque passano raccolgono occhiatacce, ed è per questo che non si fermano mai.
Ho avuto un attimo di commozione per una diciottenne che ha iniziato a parlare. The teens who do politics have remained the same as decades ago, seem to believe that really there where they are, ie in front of a microphone to say what others are listening. As if to convince themselves that it's all true, the tone of voice rises a few octaves, the volume of breath as well and took the pants are made. At the end of his speech, the poor thing looked like Maria Cuffaro of the fishmongers in the throes of an asthma attack.
have saved by starting the "Respect", the ovation was massive and has erased any anxiety.
It must be said that almost all the women who spoke were very excited. Some, almost strangled with tears (nervous or angry all the same) was so contagious that I found myself in the bag ravanare looking for a Kleenex, a tear that was running on the cheek. A lady turned around, saw me and smiled. I pulled up his nose and I did it a half-smile flickering. One does not feel too stupid even to cry for hope.
I know I should not, but I say the same: Who said that today was a manifestation of women and Puritans against personal freedom and privacy was almost certainly in bad faith, but even if he had been produced, it was mistaken.
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