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Gladiators



(March 2010)

In some far-off region of the world, persons of whom we know neither face nor name cast the dice, and we end up finding ourselves in our underwear. We seem to have gone back in time, to the years in which we battled, with vitalistic, heedless enthusiasm, to assert our right to have at least a bit of culture, of ability of affluence and wellbeing.

We know it is not the end of the world, we have proof of this: even in the darkest moments humanity has always found reason to reassert the prime need for survival of the species. Man will continue to write History, and yet… What about us?

Tiny as tiny can be, we have to sweat to contrast a new material (and moral) poverty, something which we find it hard to account for.

The financial crisis first and economic crisis after that, has shattered and scattered the framework of reference we have worked so hard to build, leaving us alone with the sole inescapable imperative of “renewing ourselves”.

Nothing around us, in our professional and productive life, is like it was before and it seems the only thing we can do is to be born again, something we know to be extremely painful, or hand over to others, if that’s possible.

To be true there is no choice: you have become gladiators, and we are just that.

«Thus it happens that the game starts from the beginning and the cards are given out for a new round. This does not mean cancelling the trace of what has already happened, but broadening the sphere of the possible and the capacity to attempt the unknown».*

Let the will be with us.

* Eugenio Scalfari, “L’uomo che non credeva in Dio”(The Man who did not believe in God), 2008 Giulio Einaudi Editore SpA.

 

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