Cosa ne sarà di noi? 
Pescara. Oggi pomeriggio sono stato al mare con alcuni amici. Uno di questi non lo vedevo da un po', lavora a Milano ed è tornato da qualche giorno. Mi ha raccontato della sua nuova vita, del suo nuovo lavoro, rimarcando le difficoltà di reggere certi ritmi, lo stress di una quotidianità così impegnativa, così alienante. Sembra un contesto da sobborghi industriali dell'Inghilterra dell'800 e invece sto parlando di un brillantissimo engineer, scholar, always prepared as a few. What makes me think is that a person accustomed to a life as a "workaholic" has suffered so much impact with the labor market, the imposition of a system that leads us to having to unravel in a sea of \u200b\u200bsharks to find a path in life. It goes the rest of the argument: even if those who excel effort, what will become of us? Ordinary people, who have studied and only want what is theirs by virtue of their sacrifices, where will they go? In a country in shambles, with a government that cuts in public sector recruitment, destroys universities, research, added value. With a government that cares only about wiretapping, shortcuts court for the prime minister, shields tax evaders and Camorra, and I will stop here which is better. What will become of a people seeking only a bit 'normal?
This evening I was in a room, another context, another slice of life. A bachelorette party. A wedding party was drunk with some friends. Yes, marriage. Theme closely related to previous work that allows us to build a life, raise a family, to be men and women happy. In those eyes, in that music, in those glasses of wine, who knows, there was the fear, the sadness, the desire not to think, at least for one night, the precariousness of daily life. Not to think about what life will be tough once you are off the lights and the party will have given way to the ups and downs of winter days, the thousands of efforts to make ends meet. To exorcise the usual one night thinking that echoes like a soundtrack of our lives: what will become of us?
Pescara. Oggi pomeriggio sono stato al mare con alcuni amici. Uno di questi non lo vedevo da un po', lavora a Milano ed è tornato da qualche giorno. Mi ha raccontato della sua nuova vita, del suo nuovo lavoro, rimarcando le difficoltà di reggere certi ritmi, lo stress di una quotidianità così impegnativa, così alienante. Sembra un contesto da sobborghi industriali dell'Inghilterra dell'800 e invece sto parlando di un brillantissimo engineer, scholar, always prepared as a few. What makes me think is that a person accustomed to a life as a "workaholic" has suffered so much impact with the labor market, the imposition of a system that leads us to having to unravel in a sea of \u200b\u200bsharks to find a path in life. It goes the rest of the argument: even if those who excel effort, what will become of us? Ordinary people, who have studied and only want what is theirs by virtue of their sacrifices, where will they go? In a country in shambles, with a government that cuts in public sector recruitment, destroys universities, research, added value. With a government that cares only about wiretapping, shortcuts court for the prime minister, shields tax evaders and Camorra, and I will stop here which is better. What will become of a people seeking only a bit 'normal? 
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