Re-immigration to Italy

About an Italian engineer, formerly a part of the much-publicized brain drain, who has only recently come back to his country.

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Location: Rome, Italy

29 October 2005

New toy


You may be wondering why I'm not blogging that much these days.

No, it's not that things are going better here in my re-immigration land. Actually it's pretty much the other way round.

The reason I'm not producing so much ramble about the ways my country could be better is that I got a new toy! The fabulous autumn we are enjoying, with temperatures in the mid twenties and sun, means I'm out as often as I can.

Lousy pic, I know, but it was taken by a drunk guy with a camera phone, so you can't expect too much. I'll add more as time goes by.

What's the fuss all about?


I'm amazed at how "buonisti" Italians can be. Buonista is a nice word in our language, it means that you try to be good to others (and behave accordingly) in whichever situation, even when the others are blatantly damaging you or when they are breaking the law.

In Italy, you should know, we have a number of people (they seem to be millions) who in the name of "buonismo", or the art of being "buonista" to your own advantage, try to gain votes, money, privileges, power or whatever else their arrogant ego tells them to pursue.

Several of these people occupy civil servant posts, and most of them (though not all) have leftish thoughts.

Now don't get me wrong: I'm a leftish liberal myself. I have re-immigrated all the way from Finland, where welfare and equal rights are the foundation of society. The thing is they come together with two other things we are currently missing here in Italy: respect for the law and open market.

That's the recipe for a wealthy, peaceful and advanced society: you produce wealth by means of open market rules and fair competition, then give part of that money you make to other less lucky people in form of taxes and other contributions.

In Finland, if you don't pay your taxes you will not only be prosecuted and made to pay: you will be despised by the whole society.

In Italy, instead, we are "buonisti". We (and especially those pseudo-leftish people) consider it bad to point fingers against other people who break the law and, in doing so, damage all of us. Buonismo is exactly what is bringing mr. Cofferati and mr. Veltroni, mayor respectively of Bologna and Rome.

You see, these guys have decided that illegal immigrants who try to sell you stuff on the street should be prevented from doing so. In Bologna they started enforcing the law against those extremely annoying, intrusive, arrogant people who insist in washing your windscreen for a fee at every red light.

Now you can't imagine how annoying it is to have someone trying to wash your windscreen at every bloody traffic light that you happen to stop to. To whoever wants to do it to my car I'd like to remind that:
1) I like my car dirty
2) I have enough brain cells to decide when it's time to wash the windscreen
3) if I decide it is time to wash my windscreen, I bring the car to a gas station where I can do the job for free.
So please get the fuck out of there before I get pissed off.

Anyway, back to our mayors: Cofferati is sending away rogue car washers while Veltroni, in Rome, is focusing on illegal street sellers. Now you don't have to be a member of Mensa to figure out that those kiosks actually bother whoever tries to walk in Rome's cobbled streets with some company. So Veltroni said: no more illegal sellers in Piazza Navona.

And then the fuss came: how could they do it? throw out people who very often they are not only illegal sellers, but also illegal immigrants? these chaps must be nuts. Let's forgive them, let's let them live a peaceful life, in respect of all religious and social mandates. How can we have the right to tell an illegal seller: you should not be here? no, my dear readers, this is Italy. You respect the law, fine. You break the law, fina anyway: you'll be forgiven (or they'll forget, or the leftish buonisti will come and defend you).

Welcome to Illegality Land.

18 October 2005

Setting priorities


Here's a couple of pieces of news about nowadays Italy. This is about money, so it's as boring as it gets, but no money no honey, so let's get into it quick and dirty.

First, I'm happy to hear that after around 50 years of planning, dreaming, discussing, allying, cancelling, replanning, modifying, questioning and delaying, the project to build a bridge between continental Italy and Sicily has finally been awarded to a company. It's the first good sign that we don't only talk in Italy: sometimes we can even do things.

Money wise, it's an impressive thing, comprising a road and rail link over the 8 kms of strait that separate Sicily from Calabria. The cost of the project, at 2002 values, is estimated at 4.6 billion euros, but the financial impact will be some 6 billion euros.

Now stop for a while and think about 6 billion euros. It's an incredibly large sum. You could take that money and, say, buy a copy of Ligabue's last CD to every inhabitant of the six larges european nations. In an impulse of generosity, you could buy every Italian person two pairs of shoes at high street prices, or you could pay yourself fuel to drive until Pluto and back around 45 times with your average city car. In a nutshell, it's as much money as you will never even figure out, unless your name is Berlusconi or Gates of course.

So it's good that we got the money for this project. We are a modern, European nation, and we are doing our best to improve our infrastructure. Given that it currently takes around 22 hours to travel the 1650 km distance that separates Aosta from Palermo by train we could very well do with some improvement in infrastructure.

But then I remember that we are in 2005 Italy, a country that is officially in an economic recession. We live in a place where the government just approved the strictest budget law that anyone can remember of, in a desperate attempt not to breach the EU rules that we have so eagerly accepted.

This year is a special one, because we have elections. And if you have elections, you cannot cut too much, otherwise people won't vote you. And you see, Italian politicians like their jobs, so much that they seldom make unpopular decisions. This has even prompted Standard & Poors, the international rating agency, to express worries about the effectiveness of our policies, particularly concerning tax.

Nevertheless, we just cut our budget for culture and arts, and are even putting the 2006 winter olympics at stake with budget cuts to the companies that were supposed to provide vital services such as transport.

Now you may start wondering whether all this makes sense. If you look into the figures, it's quite hard to find any logic in this. In fact, you could rephrase it this way: are we all fucking mad?

Think about it: we're trying to save the pennies here and there to stay in Europe and not lose our face in front of the likes of Lithuania and Cyprus, we are into recession, our research and development budget is at central-african levels and we build a bridge over the strait, just to shorten travel time between Aosta and Palermo from 22 to 20 hours?

And then we wonder why people don't pay tax! Do you trust a family man who renovates the ceiling of his house while his kids have not enough food?

I'm amazed. Just hope that whoever goes into the prime minister seat next will cancel this folly and give the money back to where it belongs: more public transportation, fixing the electrical and water distribution network, renewing our roads, maintaining our monuments, planting more forest, cleaning our dirty rivers and enlarging our ports so that even ships to Sicily will be faster.

And please, let Sicliy be the marvellous island it is today. Would you ever feel so wonderfully isolated, so mystically separated from the rest of the world if there was a bridge? Sicily has survived perfectly for thousands of years as an island (see the pic above, which I took in an undisclosed village near Messina). We don't need the bridge.

03 October 2005

Siena rocks!


You may know that Siena is not only my hometown, but the home of one of the most surprising teams in the Italian main football league, Serie A.

I have grown up in Siena at the sight of a local football team that was struggling between third and fourth division. A couple of years ago Siena made a wonderful rise to Serie B, and right after to Serie A. They managed to avoid relegation last year in an exciting comeback, and earned themselves another year in Serie A.

This year they are flying up high in the top half of the ranks, and just managed to conquer the Olympic Stadium in Rome by defeating the local team (AC Roma) yesterday with a sounding 3-2 score.

Their yearly budget is a tenth of the one that Roma has. They have two points more than Roma.

Congrats to this wonderful example of management.

Browser woes

I fucking hate this piece of utter crap that is called Internet Explorer. I had just finished writing a long, loooong blabber on tourism in Italy when the browser crashed and fucked up all my work.

Why does Blogspot force us to use this pre-historic, shitty, unusable, ball-busting, arse-penetrating subspecies of a program and does not support stable and cool browsers like Opera in their most advanced features?

I'm pissed off today. Loads of work during the weekend, shitty customers, terrible weather and no salary raise.

Need a holiday - I'll book something soon.