14th June 2023 Piazza Duomo, Milan, 14:20
We arrive early at the Duomo. He was a beloved man, there will be a lot of people there. We have to make a video report for our channels to try to understand the actual motivations that led people to be there.
As we walked from the newsroom to the Duomo, so many thoughts flashed through our mind. So absurdly split between them that I thought we was suffering from bipolarism for a moment.
Silvio Berlusconi was a man who caused debate. The fathers' generation has been vocal in boycotting and defending him, the children's generation is now less passionately debating whether it is more right to celebrate the Mediaset man or whether it is more right to think of his death as the end of an era prelude to the decline of this country.
But the truth is all this and also the opposite, and when we arrived in the piazza we realised this. First of all, the huge Milan flags in front of Milan Cathedral waved to the cry of: “One President, there is only one President”. Dude there, football fans are stronger than religious beliefs.
We also feel sympathy for those who are there to remember him with photographs depicting Silvio Berlusconi in the now iconic international situations that have made us ashamed and amused. To us, Punchinello, Harlequin and Columbine have always made us laugh, we created them.
And witnessing an ironic remembrance, a pathetic remembrance, a remembrance devoid of covetous conscience, along come some young people who, availing themselves of Article 21 of the Italian Constitution, peacefully display a placard that reads: “State shame”.
We realise this because we begin to hear much less peaceful whistling, name-calling, shouting against the boys. And at that moment, I hear the first threat: “Let the police take them away, if they leave them in Piazza Duomo today they will not get out alive”.
The interest in the celebratory context and the historical moment in which I had the opportunity to participate suddenly disappeared. The other side of the coin took place, the side that shows a picture of a society that is now at the end of its tether.
Such a rotten society does not spring up suddenly like a mushroom in the forest, it has to be cultivated. Rubbish must be fertiliser for the growth of unthinking minds that aim to get rich without the slightest awareness of how to create a profit-generating project.
The more aesthetically fortunate try to go to that famous programme where they can find a boyfriend or girlfriend, others lock themselves away for three months, always in that famous house. Falling stars.
The less fortunate ones stay on the couch asking for unemployment or citizenship income (making it doubtful to the public what help the government has actually made available with this operation), waiting to receive a letter from the Postman of C'è Posta per Te, or an intercom call telling them: “It's your moment of glory, come on television and get rich”.
We saw a square victim of easy dream illusions frustrated by having achieved nothing. Thus comes the violence.
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We will not judge Silvio Berlusconi politically or morally, history can speak for itself. We would simply have wished, as I believe all my peers do, that beyond the dream we were given the tools to achieve it.
It's not all over, but for the theory of anacyclosis it will end, so let us be ready to recreate and take back the future we deserve.
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