The Italians abroad, and the Italians in Britain in particular, belong to a strange category that are not yet able to decipher. I watch them at the airport, I listen, I try to understand who they are and what the hell took them to leave the country. Most of the time, 'the search for better economic conditions, other times the studio, sometimes the simple desire to "see new things," that motivates them to do that famous one-way ticket. Some of them will wonder for years if and when we book the return ticket.
When I'm here usually I avoid them, not 'nice to do the Italian nostalgia that goes abroad and then attended only compatriots, know only Italian television on satellite and complains endlessly perche'in throughout Italy and' more 'beautiful, more' good, more 'easy. No, God save me from this terrible fate and dall'Italietta that pursues you wherever you go. I wanted to be international, I wanted to be integrated, I I abhor the national football and I will not cry for food and the rain (although when I walk around at home in July because 'God sends rain while your enjoying the beach in Sardinia po'ti run balls, and 'legitimate).
Pero 'there are three Italian that exception. Came into my life recently, but their company has the strange power to alleviate my worries. I do not know why, maybe 'cause I recognize in them something that belongs to me.
The first and 'a student of the Drama Department. We met a year ago, at the beginning of the welcome week. I remember her insecure and confused, maybe scared, maybe considered drop everything and go home. And now has found its size, very good student, at home, surrounded by new friends. Britain and 'her to become a bridge to the world.
The other two are doctoral students in the first two years as I've known little but sadness in their eyes, the tenacity, the hopes that I recognize the many Italians who chanced to meet, and perhaps the image that the mirror me back every morning. We share the work and the difficulties' that always accompany the research, especially in the beginning.
is not 'missing Italy, Italy does not exist, we never managed to "make Italians", but' sometimes simply because they think and dream in the same language makes communication a bit 'more' immediate, a little 'less cumbersome and, therefore, shortens the distance that separates us from the other. Know they're not alone in this daily, enormous effort, comfort, and often cheers. The first point of contact and 'always language, common origins, but later the relationship is based on the path that we are sharing in this moment of our life, knowing that that person is going through or have gone through your same difficulties'.
Some time ago the distinguished Professor Celli, director of the LUISS, it took half a page of the Republic to advise his son to leave the country. Gee, maybe easy for the young scion who surely will have 'a loft in Manhattan all for herself, but for us that this choice we did not' so simple. Maybe it was solo di lasciare il Paese, putroppo questa non e' una questione geografica o amministrativa. L'esimio si e' dimenticato di mettere nel conto che qui si tratta di lasciare affetti, consuetudini, ritmi, legami difficili se non impossibili da recuperare o ripristinare. Il tuo inglese puo' essere buono quanto vuoi, puoi essere integrata quanto ti pare ma ci sono giorni in cui la malinconia ti prende a coltellate, in cui ti attacchi a Skype e tieni tua mamma al telefono per ore, in cui pagheresti oro per una chiacchierata con quell'amico che ti conosce da una vita e che sa cosa ti passa per la testa prima ancora che tu apra bocca, altro che language barrier. Giorni in cui hai davvero bisogno di qualcuno o qualcosa che ti ricordi perche' stai facendo tutto questo.
Without taking anything away from the extraordinary opportunity ', the magnificent experiences, meetings in the last two and a half years. Without taking anything away from the deep love I have for the country that welcomed me two and a half.
Some time ago I met a British of Pakistani origin story 'that the English consider Pakistan but in Pakistan they call "the Englishman." As he spoke of his being poised between two worlds, said that a man can 'have many homelands, but there is' one that no one will' never take you away, the home of your childhood. And maybe 'only home of my childhood that I still preclude place to call home.
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