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The Minister of Education, Lucía Azzolina, talks about herself in a long interview for the Friday of the Republic, the weekly published by Maurizio Molinari.
Chatting with the journalist Francesco Merlo, the minister reveals: “Already in high school they called me Small trowel, and I laughed at that, and now, to help them laugh, I tint my lips even more. “
And so: “I am not a militant feminist. Although, when I read the sexist vulgarities against me, a strong temptation came to me“.
Space also for your relationship with religion: “I love this Pope very much, and I have on the table, as a moral guide, the works of Don Milani, but I am not a believer, I am an agnostic.“.
And more about private life: “A There were no books at home and that is why, in that sense, I was born very poor. My father, Vito, is a retired prison officer. My mother, Antonella, is a housewife. My sister Rossana was born when I was six years old. In short, in the family it was difficult to get by with a salary that did not reach 1,800 euros“.
On his relationship with Sicily: “At first I suffered a lot when leaving Sicily, like all those who are forced to leave. Even if you leave, you may not be lucky, but if you are lucky it is because you left. Imagine that I frequented those places in Sicilian cuisine where you eat badly, but that famous excess of identity is satisfied. Try to imagine Biella’s arancini, and then I solved this: I learned how to make them myself and I make them with the pistachio variant, obviously from Bronte. I don’t do them at the Ministry, the only thing I allow myself is a nap from time to time, since I spend my life here. See that three seater sofa? It’s the only amendment I asked for, it’s big and I can lie down ”.
Finally: “The school became the hiding place of my discomfort. When school was over and everyone was celebrating, it made me sad. Fortunately, my teachers broke the rule and allowed me to borrow more than two books at a time. They were the Russian classics, Oblomov and Anna Karenina, the French Flaubert and Maupassant … From time to time we went to the sea, on the beach of Noto, which is the most beautiful in the world.“.
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