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SI start writing at 7.30pm, when the order arrives.
Crazy, yes: it stays yellow.
Because there is no use going to find Vincenzo De Luca on Facebook. It is not a theater night. The governor does not comment live how he likes to do it: with a glassy look, a shaky, cutting voice. Excessive and visionary, sinister and intimidating. So within a magnetic and tragic situationism, to be beyond Maurizio Crozza, beyond any parody.
Governor De Luca avoids putting on a show because he is an old man on stage, from a rally. And understand that it is better to keep quiet tonight.
He knows what we all know.
From the emergency room of the Cardarelli hospital in Naples, here are still images that were not even in Baghdad, in those days. The mayors of Caserta urge the sending of the army. The regional union of family doctors calls for a total closure. Ask Campania to turn red.
But Vincenzo De Luca also would have wanted it red. Think locally. Let’s go back to two weeks ago.
Suddenly, the man who managed to keep the first wave of Covid-19 out of his own territories – it will never be understood whether on real organizational merits or the pure and benevolent whim of the virus – finds himself under siege, with the impetuous spread of infections and a healthcare system that has collapsed. That is why it calls for urgent and extreme measures. Scream, threaten, invoke.
De Luca feels the danger.
He’s physically afraid (he’s 71 years old after all).
The one who gloats when someone still calls him by the old nickname Sheriff. The one with the flamethrower as a favorite metaphor. It gets away.
He leaves his office in the building on via Santa Lucia, in Naples, the headquarters of the Campania Region, and takes refuge in Salerno, his city, at the facilities of the Civil Engineers.
On the night of October 23 in the living room of the house, he recently blessed the curfew imposed by Prime Minister Conte. You are checking on Facebook, consider it as many potentates of an almost feminine vanity, how many likes it received on its traditional Friday show. Then the cell phone rings. They call from the prefecture of Naples. The city has risen. The waiters of the pizzerias forced to close at 18 next to the Napoli ultrs, with common criminals. Urban warfare on the Lungomare Caracciolo, in Piazza Municipio. Molotov cocktails, overturned containers, the injured go to the Cutugno emergency room for treatment but find there, outside, in the open air, under the yellow streetlights, the line of Covid patients.
But it is not so much, or not only, the confrontations that worries him.
De Luca thinks like a politician. The population has just confirmed it – in some provinces the numbers have been exciting – at the forefront of the Region. With everything that follows, and what he likes: Campania drove like a Grand Duchy, mixing the dialect with Cicero, picturesque, python, brilliant craftsman of oratory studied by a gray communist leader and then refined over the years who took him to Salerno, mayor with special effects, canes – Wonderful object of persuasion – and water fountains in the squares, he asked this not only from the Sheriff, but at some point also from O’Faraone, while he does not stop mocking, defining himself only as a gobettian liberal.
De Luca likes it like that. And that’s why he wants to continue pleasing. Then all of a sudden it stops. If Campania turns red, let the order come from Palazzo Chigi.
At this point, a bewildering flock of data is unleashed. As of October 19, there are 113 places available in intensive care; then overnight they become 227 and, since last Friday, even 590. Campania is designated yellow, but the inspectors of the Ministry of Health leave. The Nas carabinieri inspections also begin. Luigi de Magistris – For a long time he was primarily engaged as a former guest magistrate Not the sand by Massimo Giletti: see the Neapolitan moat without a mask, remember being mayor of Naples and reopen hostilities with De Luca. Then we are going to crash. De Luca: Some stupid administrators go around talking bad about Naples and Campania. And he adds, gritting his teeth: Only the envious want Campania from yellow to red.
The governor decides that the time has come, he feels mature by now while a fan who acts on Facebook ends up in the theater of the absurd, between Eugne Ionesco and Samuel Beckett, and stages his masterpiece: De Luca attacking De Luca.
He wants Campania red and also yellow.
Perhaps, who knows, who can say.
A difficult time for us political journalists
November 10, 2020 (change November 10, 2020 | 23:42)
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