In another room was a table-tennis and football, where teams of students were endless challenges. There were also some tables where people played cards, my father often said that on Saturdays and Sundays, some elders of the land, were to attend to the challenges to the table and often can not resist the temptation of cards and ended up making a trump with the children during the game and maybe tell some adventure of their lives.
I think we young people today are more fortunate, we have a lot in our rooms there are play station, dvd, mp3, computer with which Ciatti with our friends wherever they are.
Pero 'there's one thing I can not explain, because the sentiment' spread that I feel like me and many young people is loneliness and out of our rooms hyper because we can not socialize, to show interest.
Looking back then, my father was more fortunate than me.
I am a boy of Pitigliano, beautiful country away from the world, where the visitors' eyes are filled with unique colors and scenery, but where our youths are sentenced to anything, back and forth between the new country and old country and where the square once a meeting place, no longer exists.
We stop in front of the bar and we already see in the mirror on the faces of older adults who are planning to break the bank video poker or drink their umpteenth Hildebrand.
I also think that perhaps I can not take every opportunity that the council offers me, in the end has always been so 'well in the past, perhaps hidden somewhere there is a room where projecting a film, where my peers now find themselves playing, talking or even playing.
I asked my father to help me find this place.
We shot very up and down the country without finding anything except the football field, but unfortunately I know 'to be denied the ball, certainly if there was a small multi-purpose indoor sports I could do basketball, volleyball and maybe find even good.
Our City wants to do something I'm sure most, if not their fault in the past has not been invested in the culture and people, but then I wonder why do not dialogue with me do not ask me what I think, what I want, not compared with my father along to imagine my future.
But already!, The Mayor does not have time today, maybe tomorrow, now have to travel by children of asylum for a salute, then justly be leaving for Grosseto.
I understand and I envy him, a full day in Pitigliano especially in winter can 'be very long, at least he, unlike me, can' be able to find a library that is still open.
I have a doubt, but it means that none of the directors over the years has invested in projects for us, helping us to become men and then the directors of tomorrow. It saddens me, but it saddens me even more to think that none of the young people of yesterday and today he asked, demanded, raised his voice for crying out loud hoping to dream of a future in Pitigliano. However
are too pessimistic, at the end of this year despite the economic crisis Potro 'assist year-end to fireworks offered by our municipality. I am grateful, once again will remain imprinted on my retina for 15 long minutes the bright colors of the stars and shooting fountains.
But now that I'm finished, I'm struck by the thought that in my eyes will be back 'reflection of the long black winter Pitigliano. I respect my father, I think that if there had been he would have thought to use the budget of the fires made over the years to give young people something to us to manage and be responsible in investing in our dreams, as the best investment for a family than to cultivate and foster the potential of a child, make a man placed in a company 'right. Dreams become dormant, but sometimes a way to start is just a small step.
As he says, quoting his favorite poet Fabrizio De Andrè "..... I salute you from the countries of tomorrow, are visions of peasant souls in flight for the world .....".
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