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The swamp is so muddy, the tangle so tangled, you don’t even know where to look for the key. You talk about vaccines and you don’t understand why we haven’t “smoked” all the ones we have in an instant. Which are not many, a snack, and should not be distributed to ordinary people, but administered in hospitals and RSA. Where there are doctors, syringes, surgeries. Where they can give you an injection even while walking down the hall. So, of course, not everyone is there to treat the sick. Someone is on vacation and thecouncilor Gallera explained to us that in Lombardy I’m late, because the well-deserved rest could not be interrupted.
With a pandemic around, with the dead piled up in cemeteries, in the martyred region of Italy? Maybe it’s better, on the next round, to “interrupt” Gallera. You talk about vaccines and you project yourself into the future. But not in the sense of looking forward to a safer Italy and a world immune to this pestilence. Maybe. No, it is those responsible for vaccination who speak of the future. From the Government, to Commissioner Arcuri, the man who should never be asked, to the Regions. “We will see, we will, we are looking for it.” Already. Who is going to vaccinate us, where, when? Gyms, theaters, pharmacists, general practitioners? The problem is being studied. “We will let you know”.
And then you wonder if they are doing it on purpose, then should prosecutors intervene, or if, as is more likely, the control mechanism and controllers of the pandemic are not up to scratch. Which is almost worse. Because it is from the first day of the first patient that they say: “Then the vaccines will arrive.” So, while the books are being prepared for the beginning of school, a normal and mundane general vaccination plan should have been ready for months. You will say. Right, but if supplementation, back to school, transportation, and more, why should the vaccine work properly? Because here is health, our skin. Therefore, we are not interested in gazebos signed in the form of primrose. We only need a military tent installed in a square to make ourselves a blessed dose. Simple. That said, let’s not despair. Even at the 1982 World Cup they gave us up for dead. Then we win. This time, for now, all that remains is to draw: an Italian, a dose. Quickly. Just find the key to the problem. And above all someone who at least knows how to look for it.
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