come back to my memories, turning their thoughts to these developments. I was in Calabria, I went there almost every time in August, and with great enthusiasm. Many are and many friends who remember, I do not see anymore. The emigration from Calabria has always been massive, because of little work and little susceptibility to economic and industrial development. The reasons are clear, organized crime behaves like a wolf with the lamb and I would say even a shepherd, leading the flock to his liking, "grass" is always behind the gates of power. I remember at that time, about fifteen years ago, many "head fault" and "picciotti" mastered in the country with their haughty manner and with their luxury cars, showing how great lords in search of "respect." Years older in the early nineties, it was not easy understand for the kids "good" place of the crime but was often seen as a cure for their discomfort, not realizing that in reality, it was their disease. At that time, we usually meet up with friends at the ice castle, so called, like most of the courses in the south of the country. At the time we were a great group of friends, composed of many local boys, and many of us, that we were tourists and children of the older generation of immigrants who went to the home for the holidays. I recall with pleasure our discussions that often ended in determining their dreams, and many of them, those of the country, dreaming of the northern cities: in that I have more memory, is their extraordinary serenity and charm, almost everyone. But I did not understand what was mythologized as the "boss". Everyone knew who they were, but the fear of disrespect, was very high. I remember when I went by car or on foot, my friends greeted them with some distance, but also with pride, and those 'pride characterized by knowledge of a "hero" or someone "important". So this belief, they were viewed as useful and important people and this is certainly not their fault, nor their parents would say, but due to the same criminals who as said before, he posed as doctors of their degradation. Unless Hey Look! I said as they went, "You know that's Don Ciccio, look, that's Don Antonio c 'is also Easter, that is his right arm" ... .... and so on. I really did not understand, I was far from that logic, but not m'inquietavo because I understood that for them was like watching a show: for them it was not true. It may seem silly, but really did not realize. Dell''ndrangheta those myths because they knew they were almost live with the local people showed their power and luxury, and not to behave guappi arrogant. The arrogance exhibited in their own dirty business and to those who went against him. Another important factor, is how those young people were exploited both economically and morally. I remember that some of them were working at the "master" or in clubs such as pizza or bar (who worked in the construction industry, was more committed and paid, but they were few). They worked two, sometimes three days a week and the pay was very low: boredom, what makes them apathetic, it was still there and alas, very present. This is why many Calabresi push and push to emigrate, the lack of a steady job and well paid, but now I would say the serious lack of work itself. Not produced, not created economy, or do not invest for the present nor the future: There is no money. Yet these 'heroes' is included and is listed as promoters and engines of the economy! But if you go today in the country, is seen just as an ancient village has been reduced to a pile of red bricks, building houses and never finished demolishing and destroying all that was ancient and historical, to make room for new monsters Today, children of the crime and the 'ignorance of some, even many politicians, who have managed through years - perhaps children dell''ndrangheta or perhaps simply threatened with death by the same criminals. There he reached the heart of the speech, I would be nowadays. Two years ago, I came back after a long time in that country, a magnificent acropolis located thirty minutes from the sea and twenty from low Sila. There's no show to watch, there's no hero to legendary status. There is only so much anger in a country gone to hell, destroyed the roots, deprived of its history and its future, private alas, its young, and almost all gone. I do not hear the whisper echoing more degl'adulatori, which bowed head, cheering "owners", I do not smile at the young wolves, I no longer recall the shepherd the sheep behind the gates of the dark 'impotence. Today I listen to young people rebel against the criminals, I see that he turns his head to the passage of the "don" and I hear voices of contempt for those who fake doctors have indeed led to the disease Calabria, mind you, is rising due to the greater part of Calabria, which are good people and civil! That country was, and Petilia Policastro, no more beautiful town in the province of Crotone, but inhabited by beautiful and civilized people, who are the greatest expression of pride for people like me, is originally from Calabria. The country wants to rebel against those who make a bundle of grass: that country is full of good seed to grow for the future. Calabria whole, wants to flourish in its great history, a vast lawn that reaches the borders of the future.
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