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Silvio Berlusconi struggles to heal in a wing of San Raffaele that cannot be defined as intensive therapy because it is rather reminiscent of a Grand Hotel suite: 300 square meters exclusively for him, with nine bedrooms, three bathrooms, private wi-fi. However, his room is like operating rooms in movies, equipped with all the most sophisticated equipment in case the urgency arises in the next few hours.
mecco because the former prime minister was brought there the other night, almost forcing him. He did not want to leave the fifth of Arcore, but it was “an indispensable precaution”, they convinced him. He had paid dearly for the mistake of the afternoon when, instead of connecting for a few minutes by phone with an electoral demonstration in Liguria, the Knight had ended up passionately and had spent a long time defying the force of the virus, paying the price immediately after: exhaustion, chills , fever again. As a form of protest against the hospitalization, he wanted to enter the hospital not on a stretcher but walking with his own legs, with pride. In the middle of the night they gave him oxygen, and it was not a quiet rest, confesses his main collaborator Licia Ronzulli, nor is the mood that of the best days.
Anguish of the children who, before the news, gave the numbers. The eldest, Marina, had done everything she could to keep her father away from Covid, taking him to France for five months and asking anyone who wanted to meet him for a swab (apparently he collected almost 300). Anger for all those August visits to Sardinia with kisses, hugs and zero precautions, without anyone telling her father “let’s go easy”. Then, fortunately towards dawn, some ghosts dissolved because the doctors gave Marina and the other children reasons for confidence: it is true that the patient is almost 84 years old and has a heart valve transplanted in 2016, in addition to a number of varied imbalances. However, pneumonia is in an initial phase, “we think we have caught it in time”: that is the mantra of Alberto Zangrillo, Silvio’s personal doctor and much more, because in addition to treatment, he gives him political advice.
The breeze of hope has revived the leaders of Forza Italia, who were alert: for the health of their leader, of course, and then also for the Regionals of September 20 and 21. Without Berlusconi in the field, what would the voting be like? According to the unanimous opinion of the protagonists, the party is even worse than Mediaset, which after the EU ruling runs the risk of becoming a terrain of foreign conquest. Even some supporters of the force speculate that, in a version of Superman, Berlusconi defeats the virus in time to make up for some other electoral demonstration.
Politics has its own ruthless rules, which often exude cynicism. But this time even old sailors like Osvaldo Napoli gasp: “Let’s stop abusing your generosity,” he explodes to his fellow vultures, “enough to besiege Silvio, let the family take care of him.” On the other hand, without someone capable of summarizing, Forza Italia would be doomed to disorder, perhaps to collapse like a meteorite against the atmosphere. “I am not afraid of internal shocks, Berlusconi has a very strong temperament and will return soon,” his deputy Antonio Tajani spreads optimism. However, a prolonged illness of the Cav would sound like “free for all” to those 30 or 40 blue parliamentarians, perhaps more, who would never be reelected. and for some time they have been looking to get married elsewhere. With the leader out of action, perhaps they would find the courage to abandon ship. And coincidentally, in these hours, inside Forza Italia, the din of the split resounds insistently, towards those who still do not know each other. To join Renzi, or Calenda, or the hypothetical Conte party, who knows. But the next newsletters from San Raffaele will certainly be decisive.
