08 June, 2009
Purple Journal Winter 2005 - October Journal, Sat. 23rd Roma
Hey I’ll see you later, eight in front of the theatre. Okay, ciao.
In Piazza Vittorio there are about 70 people demonstrating for the recognition of immigrant people’s rights, and there are about 300 police men in riot gears. Come on Filippo let’s go we got to get to the supermarket before closing time. I’ll be right back yeah you stay here. Be nice. Sounds of tear gas shots few blocks away. It’s dark already. Around the corner, all those flags with celtic crosses and svastikas are flowing on the wind. A few meters more and they start shouting. dux dux dux, we’ll show you who’s neighborhood this is. dux dux. The fascists are here to stay!
A woman in her fifties is staring at them with a startled look, passers by just keep walking, a man shakes his head, some shops owned by chinese, bangladesh or middlle eastern people are closing down. Others are gathering in front of the entrances. Like they are ready to defend the shops if necessary. I stop. Look. Think of those recent talk shows where the guests debate on the anacronistic fact of being an anti fascist today. Dux dux dux they shout again. I’m not good at managing molotov cocktails, can picture myself burning up instead or end up in jail for whatever time, therefore I leave. Looking beyond the heads. Up to the skyline. Fuck. Allright Filippo dear, here is your dinner.