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Without him, perhaps, I would not have been born Amarcord. “Titta is just like me!” Said in 1974 an emotional Luigi Benzi, appreciated criminal lawyer and, above all, inseparable partner at the Giulio Cesare institute in Rimini of that “Fellas” that, known in the rest of the world as Federico Fellini, would have supported his character the kaleidoscope of his youth. Beside him, Hans Schwarz would cross the shadow line of adolescence only to discover that Konradin von Hohenfels, the friend lost in the mists of Nazism, had become The friend found, who died in the vain and noble attempt to free mankind from the demon of Adolf Hitler. Thanks to him, the fragile Nelli conquers the dignity of crossing the book with her head held high. Heart, no longer subjected to intimidation before a litteram of cruel companions, put back in line by the threat of a “scapaccione” from Garrone, of those who do “three shifts”.
“He”, or “she”, as inevitable as a narrative mole or a deep memory, has a different identity for each of us. He is the counterpart (or partner). That (or that) of irrepressible laughter at the last minute; the whispered naval battle during the technical applications lesson; life-saving advice before taking the math test; confessor of an impossible love, emotional substitute for an effective family. It is not just a friend or a friend: it is a brother or a sister pro tempore, for a time that can sometimes extend to the rest of existence and, even if it is not, it remains unchanged in us, in features, in tics. ; in that amazing ability to color, better than anyone else in the classroom, Linus’s 1973 diary; in the blunder of the «swallows» that «soar in the sky /… e forgive there… », thus freeing us, with a revolutionary metric madness, from a bad poem on the edge of the bell.
Karol Wojtyla and Jerzy Kluger, his classmate at the primary school in Wadowice
All of this will be taken from our children and grandchildren., soon (and hopefully for a while). The “single counter”, imposed by Covid-19 along with the gruesome neologism that describes its lonely position in the universe, has already made its appearance in schools in the places hardest hit by the pandemic: delivered earlier than elsewhere in Codogno. , Alzano and Nembro. Between September 14 and early October it is expected to reach everywhere, certainly necessary and yet shocking. Because ours is a story of small and large compartments, of complicities and fights, that shape us by similarity or contrast. Of physical and spiritual proximity. It is the story of the classmates.
“Does God exist? The craziest laughs …”, sings Guccini, “for Piero”. Eugenio Scalfari and Italo Calvino, from the Cassini Institute in San Remo, wondered like this about “Filippo”, the family nickname they had given the Eternal Father: “This is a transit, but then what is it for, Filippo is not there”. », The founder of will remember many years later Republic in your friend’s painful obituary. And who knows how much of Karol Wojtyla’s sublime lightness came from Jerzy Kluger, a Polish Jew and his partner at the elementary school desk in Wadowice and then on the ski slopes, on the hockey fields, on the dance floors. where they took lessons together, until they visited in 2000, side by side, at the Holocaust museum in Jerusalem.
Eugenio Scalfari (first from left) with, among others, Italo Calvino (right)
Kanjak, successful footballer, recognizing his old friend Andreas in that Holy drinker a homeless man on the outskirts of Paris, recalls at one point its essence, “we were classmates and you let me copy”: because this would ultimately be a true classmate, a remedy for our deficiencies (not only school), at least for us , away from the exasperated Calvinist meritocracy. But perhaps little Berlusconi, a bit Calvinist, must have been like that in his heart, so Guido Possa, his classmate from sixth to third grade at the Salesian school, recalled in 2006 that, no, “Silvio would not let you copy “, being however” a generous man “, always ready” to explain the versions that he did not understand “: so it is not known whether, in addition to the merits of the old friend, it was due to generosity or fault that the Knight hired him first at Fininvest and later appointed him Vice Minister of Education. Calvinist ethics then does not solve everything, so who would have passed as a standard-bearer, Sergio Marchionne, was very inclined to let the less skilled like Luciano Gentile take a look at the notebook, together with him in 1961 at the Nolli school in Chieti . It seems that the coexistence in the first bank of the Manin institute in Cremona between Orsetto De Carolis and Pierpaolo Pasolini was, instead, pure competition, with Orsetto determined to surpass the PPP in nothing less than Italian (“but he always had an extra point”) : and having obviously gotten so much literary frustration out of it that he became an engineer when he grew up.
Certain secrets remain on the counter. We will never know how much of a galactic mega director Paolo Villaggio has glimpsed in Paolo Fresco, top coach and his partner at Doria in Genoa. Nor how much comedy have colleagues Carlo Verdone and Christian De Sica infected in Rome or Enrico Beruschi and Cochi Ponzoni in Milan. Nor how much two opposing characters such as the fumantino Maurizio Sarri and the doormat David Ermini, in Figline Valdarno, have been modeled by contrast. Rather, we have some confirmation of what we suspected. That Cossiga had a fairly high opinion of himself: “If you are very good, I am more talented,” he told Manlio Brigaglia, Azuni 1938 school. That Renzi (already?) In high school “he dreamed of President of the Republic “We finally learn from Alessandro Baldi. But, basically, ordinary schoolchildren are closer to the humanity of Andrea Camilleri, who let Giuliana loot the “stuffed” vocabulary of a secret grammar compendium, with her eyes closed next to him. She returned it “stuffed” in turn with love notes, so well hidden that he, holy genius, never noticed: until the professor burned the bills and deported Giuliana to another counter. Prehistory of yesterday. For the schoolmates without classmates of tomorrow, there is nothing left but WhatsApp.
August 29, 2020 (change August 29, 2020 | 22:16)
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