milan there
John Pistoia
"In the worst moments of life, when under the storm of adversity, the man is revealed, I felt in me the privilege of Calabria, I felt something in me very much like those rocks of the Stony I love so much, where the sea back to primeval innocence in a huge scenario climbing the mountain cliffs of repeating the myth of the Titans launched to climb sky. " This rocky Thought of Leonidas Repaci I was reminded reading milan do not hesitate to Dante Maffia .
The protagonist of the novel, and became a vegetable farmer from Calabria snatched factory in Milan, continues to be morbidly attached to his homeland, despite the forty years in the Lombard city, a wife and six Milan children born and raised in that city. The umbilical cord is broken. On the contrary, it has become increasingly firm, a steel cable, steel. The advancing age, the experience and mature constant relationship with the city, prompting the anonymous worker at mythologizing his native land, the sea, who speaks all languages \u200b\u200bof the world, its sun, which warms and always.
Far from Calabria, the worker roots grow stronger, and this land becomes a paradise lost, to be found, whatever the cost. Milan is the hell is the place of perdition, where there is not space. After all, this city does not exist, and if not, why we must stay there? Hence the anxiety, the neurotic expectation of retirement, and then return, the magic back to the place of roots, where the soul can finally join with the body there, in the places of childhood, where the sun warms not in control i.
The anonymous worker has had enough of main factory and its department heads that control everything: how often do you go to the bathroom, the words you say.
The return to his country is simply this: to recover the lost freedom, find friends, flavors, colors, in a word, the taste for life. Living.
There, in that land which had to leave for a loaf of bread, it has built with the sacrifice of work hating Milan (which does not exist ), the house, I say! the palace, the years of post-retirement is that he will live there with his wife Leticia, sons, Concetta, Gianna, Adeline, Carolina, Rocco, Antonio. There, in that big house that looks bright and the sea in the face of Greece, there where the sun is the sacrament of beggars. More than gray apartment in Milan, a city full of fog, and this heartless, soulless, with nothing. Nonexistent, in fact.
Maffia's novel is steeped in Calabria, cited more than thirty times in the text. Browsing through the poignant pages, plays the sea, cited more than twenty times, feel the sun on the skin, said about thirty times, which gives life and energy.
The main character is told, a long soliloquy, a monologue instinctive, visceral, humoral, made of melancholy, nostalgia, anger, hope. He curses the day that took Milan to take him away from Crotone Calabria, where, however, had no future, to reach Milan, however, gave him a job and a family.
And the time of retirement arrives. Everything is ready. You can leave hell and let return to paradise, and with him his wife, who knows the Calabria! And the children. Thus, at least they will be able to avoid pretending to live in a city that walks with his head down, do not know anyone. Where people do not smile. Milan will be easy to leave. Milan, after all, does not exist. But the worker did everything himself.
No one wants to follow him. His wife, born and raised in Milan, will not accompany him on his adventure, which has nothing rational. And the children, born and raised in Milan, where they have their love, work, can not go to a place far from God and from men.
But our working-class hero, even with the heart pierced, the same part. Arrives in her hometown. Found friends, not all, the sun and the sea. Sooner or later they will reach their loved ones from Milan. It is certain. He spent the first few months in his palace, alone. Every morning shows on time waiting for the train station from the beloved / hated Milan Croton falls the most important piece of his life, his family: Cary, Concetta, Gianna, Adeline, Carolina, Rocco, Antonio. Not so.
Milan does not exist? Nonsense! Milan exist! And how! It is no use denying it. The farmer knows our hero, torn to the ground and thrown in a cold factory. Far from its roots. I discovered in Calabria, in the land of sun and sea. In Milan, has given his best years, Milan has given him a good wife and smart work, hard and anonymous, who has emptied into a job that allowed him to have a family and six beautiful children. Milan exist, because it retains the wife, because they want to stay in that city children, who will also bastards Milan, says the worker from Calabria, but those children want to live there and build their families. For them, Calabria is far away.
is precisely in his island dream, paradoxically, in front of that train is never on time, on time but does not carry the his loved ones, who realizes that there is Milan, which gave everything to that city. Now is the king of an island that does not exist. And even the sea can understand and comfort him, and even the sun warm. Milan's took all the body, mind, affections. Even his ultimate dream. The fog that envelops the city now, here, absurdly, in his land, which does not exist. Look is pure folly.
giving maffia
milan there
HACC 2009
Second Edition 2010
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