I didn’t want to go to sleep last night. The fear of waking up and finding out that my country was – once again – in the hands of someone deeply unsuitable, was keeping we awake. This morning the alarm went off at 7 and the first words from the Lord are: ”The joker is the winner”. The joker? Berlusconi, again!?! No, no, it is Grillo, the comedian.
A rather confused start, for a very confusing day. I tried to understand what was happening by listening to Radio 24 (the equivalent of a radio run by the Financial Times) but no one, not the host, the guest or the third time elected senator that were talking had a clue about what was happening. They all talked about responsibilities and compromises. In the meantime the social networks were very active and the market was experiencing unseen turbulences.
Opening Facebook, I realised that my fiends and contacts are really opinionated. No one, except for a couple of people, voted for the conservative side. Probably lots of them did it, but are never going to admit it.
Once in the office, I didn’t not have time to take off my coat that several heads were turning towards me, looking for a comment, an answer, an explanation, despite the fact they all had read the Guardian and the Times, papers which had been following closely the Italian situation in the last six weeks. I was impressed by the amount and quality of attention dedicated to Italy by the British media. Maybe the reason is that Italy is perceived as an important player, the watershed between the part of Europe that works and the one that follows.
My country generates interest, inspires hopes, for those who live or holiday there.
It looks like Europe and the rest of the world are very concerned about a potential collapse of Italy. Are they worried that they will no longer be able to buy Ferragamo shoes and eat buffalo mozzarella?
I tried to explain what happened and the potential scenarios to my multicultural colleagues, but they did not get our electoral system, and they still did not understand how someone under trial could be considered for running the country.
The only person who didn’t ask any questions and didn’t seem to be surprised at all was my Spanish colleague. She said that in Spain, the more corrupt you are, the most likely you are to get elected. Doesn’t sound like a novelty for me.