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True, not like in March. much worse. At that time there was a bewildered country that, despite paying a high price, found a compactness and composure that earned us the esteem of the world. Now, apart from Prime Minister Conte (perhaps), nobody believes that everything will work out. And this collective loss of confidence is the most serious side effect of a devastating flashback to the virus, to be sure, but also a tragic lack of preparation to anticipate and manage it. Says an anesthetist, and a voice between a thousand and a thousand: That large room so full, all these prone patients whose faces are not even seen, 7 months canceled, too sad. Something more than sad.
The virus is using us to gain momentum, to multiply us. It needs our bodies to come into contact with other bodies, the more we are, the better. For him. Crowded public transport, with the crowd to get into a subway car or a bus? Magnificent. Skiers queuing for their first weekend on the slopes? Perfect. Displacements in local trains of groups of travelers, for example to Monza, where there is a most worrying peak? Very good like this. Limiting ourselves to Europe, the resurrected Sars-Cov-2, the stock markets crash, the states fight, ours sadly more than others. And to think that we had almost won, at least we.
On August 2, we counted 239 new infections and 8 deaths. We were safe. The Italian cure had worked. So instead of working like crazy to strengthen the defenses, we started singing and dancing., we have postponed the application of what the first wave had taught us, to fill in the structural deficiencies that had contributed to the upheaval. The tenders for the supply of rapid tampons and for the improvement of intensive care began on September 29 and October 2, when the oxen were already out of the barn, the bureaucracy stopped the slowdown and the weak harmony was extinguished. between the central government and the Regions.
Has anyone apologized? Does not appear. Someone had the dignity to look the nation in the eye to say we made a mistake, we did not defend the indefensible, we left again aware of our mistakes? Nothing. Just a painful blame game between each and every part of the motley mosaic of those called to manage public affairs. The result is catastrophe, not just health, towards which we are moving rapidly. The 10-hour queue for a tampon in Rome is the emblem, one of your choice, of a country in disarray.
During the last two weeks, the number of positives is multiplied by six. Now deaths exceed 200 per day and those infected are more than 30,000 at night, with the curve constantly increasing, the worst curve in Europe. The pandemic is clearly out of control and even the country, for the first time, is at risk of becoming one. From Trieste to Palermo, the demonstrations of all categories touched by the last Decree of the Prime Minister of the Prime Minister, his twelfth since February 23, are multiplying and unpleasant, they last only in order of time, because soon there will be a thirteenth, and then a fourteenth, in the desperate search for a virus that seems to have activated another march.
These are protests that we were no longer used to much less prepared, daughters of widespread disorientation and even understandable concerns (if you shut us down now, how are we going to survive, with everything we’ve already lost?), mixed with the anger of the suburbs and the destabilizing calculation of groups of The just outlaws and agitators operated even from afar, for example, by capitals that have all the interests that Italy and Europe implode. Anguished Italians, professional extremists, mercenaries at the service of hyena countries who smell the opportunity to bite a weakened and afflicted prey: a very delicate scenario, with the first injured among the police forces called to contain it and with the terror that it will escape us . sooner or later, a symbolic accident. Poor country, if that happens.
You went to defend us very lateBy adopting measures that for now do not stop the Coronavirus and inevitably damage parts of our economic fabric, we live for hours in a precarious balance on a very fine thread. However, the awareness of the extreme gravity of the moment does not seem really understood. The tactical predominates in no particular order, where a governor closes the schools of his region, another abolishes the curfew and then returns it, a majority leader attacks the decisions of the executive to which he belongs, and where the leader of the opposition goes to Parliament without a mask and announces that there will be no second wave, while the second wave is already overwhelming us.
The dark threat, incompatible with our lifestyle, will not dissolve on its own. And the time that we unconsciously have left to face it is much shorter than the next two or three weeks, which seem to have become the new frontier before hour x, whatever that may be.
October 30, 2020 (change October 30, 2020 | 23:04)
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