Logs Foreign Precarious 2-One is not born, one becomes- Dear Alice,
strange that this sense of unease with which I am now coming to terms. Today I feel the whole distance. I live in fear. You know that I left office, full of energy and desire to take new paths. No war outside my door. No desperate prospect of life in my world. Indeed. A secure life, after all, in stable patients, full of emotions, of projects, problems and solutions. A precarious life on many other fronts, like that of many others, friends, acquaintances, strangers and enemies, all united, indeed, all equal in front of this thing we call uncertainty.
Those who have studied and who not, who speaks five languages \u200b\u200band who only one, who has over half the world and who barely know your city, who lives and ambitions of those who do not no who is and who is not rich, the poor and who's not. All different yet all equal at least in front of the feeling of insecurity, his bulky concrete. That's how I made my choice. It starts for many reasons, sure, but I personally am playing first of all to escape the insecurity imposed. I left my Bologna, my home, my friends and my love for themselves choose the path of insecurity. Yes why not make the mistake of thinking outside of Italy there is a new America to expect. We were wrong. Outside Italy there is always the same precarious waiting, perhaps even more ruthless and savage. With a substantial difference that, dear Alice, makes a difference (give me the pun) out of Italy your work has value, often - hear hear - also has a price (yes, Alice, if you work here you pay: a revolution!) outside of Italy have the chance to build on what you study and experience have taught, coupled with the ability to continue to learn because, outside of Italy, the idea of \u200b\u200blifelong learning has stopped be just an idea and became a reality. Except that there is no outside Italy Italy. It is a shame. Because only God knows how beautiful and alive and vibrant and diverse our Italy. Taking into small handful of men dressed as noblemen. By men who decide everything, including our own insecurity. Who are good to consider the same in one respect: making us helpless and resigned.
And here andartela then you decide to seek your own insecurity, run away and try to give new meanings to a word that until now I had only fear. And you begin to associate it with the variety, versatility, possibility. Because if you're still uncertain in movement, always ready to invent new paths, new roads, new projects. If you are uncertain, which ends often change work, and looks a bit ', you learn to do many other things besides those that you had thought of power and knowledge to do. If you are uncertain your password, is no longer either be, or have. If you are uncertain your password has become. With this, my dear Alice, I certainly do not make an apology for that little word that today I wrote and repeated so many times, I do not want to say, between Voltaire and Candide, which we are thrown in this is the best of all possible worlds . But I would try looking at it from a different perspective, to disobey the usual way of reading and the precariousness of life.
So why this sense of difficulty, I feel distance and fear? In these days, Alice, I have spoken with many people who attend the school where I work. They are mostly foreigners, mostly unemployed. I wondered and I asked them what it feels to be unemployed. To have 30, 40, 50 years or more, be away from your world and have no longer even a job, he lost that one reason that you had taken away from your land and your life. Well Alice, many of them I have not even responded. At first I did not understand why, looking down, pretending not to understand the question. Then I understood. How does it feel? First of all we are ashamed. Yes, they are ashamed, I'll read in the face: they are ashamed to have little or nothing, to represent that part of society that all we look with fear. Often they are ashamed to be foreign because they have abandoned everything and moved in search of fortune, but without success and then think to be worth less than nothing, because unlike many others, migrating, they also are given a chance, perhaps painful, but still a possibility, but he has not seen back winners. Worse, it made them "losers."
Here again I am reminded of the sense of anxiety that accompanies a precarious life, that sense of helplessness. Here I resent it too precarious. This time in the affections. Now Alice, I feel strong fear of losing everything I have left behind. Here is where does this sense of distance that I mastered today. From the fear of loneliness, the lack of respect, loss of relationships.
so I wonder if the answer to these concerns is to return once again to man. Could it be that the best way to overcome this sense of relentless uncertainty is to fully enjoy the space of intersubjectivity? Could it be that we have to be a bit 'more together, also united in diversity, to be a bit' less alone and insecure. Could it be that we must work seriously to build a network of human relationships for us to play an active and integral? I leave you with these questions, Alice. If you can do, help me to answer.
