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Misery and Nobility
I can not believe that he was not my job.
Take it like a whining, complaining about him constantly, but I'm still struggling to get used to. Yet for months have passed.
For a woman does not think that it is easy to get nothing in his hands, from one day to another.
With a pitiful wage, be able to set up a lunch and a dinner, give my children a semblance of a normal life.
not think it's easy to sleep at night, the next morning when you wake up and it's another day, the same as that of yesterday and the same as tomorrow.
I am out of business. What does this mean? Means that this company I have no right to seek an 'employment because it no longer needed. I
for the state I must be content to receive alms, and even say thank you very gratefully. The laid off politicians do not even know what it is. They do not know how to live with 4 money, problems that are there, why do not you have the humility to feel privileged, has no sense of the nation, but only personal, but hearing these words will make someone angry and threaten fake maybe lawsuit, asking money of course. Why are hungry for money do not know anorexia, bulimia are always at most.
I have a rage inside that most of the scratches of the turntable needle on an old vinyl.
Politicians, trade unionists, I say to stay calm, to smile, to feel lucky .. Please. Do not do it anymore. I would always prevail in me and only hope and strength to carry on regardless. Because if it were the rage to take over, then it would be really over the possibility of creating a future in something better for our children. Antonia Merloni
job for not very long. First they told me that women do not take them and when it was possible I struggled desperately for use in this company. Even against my dignity.
today to pay the rent and keep my children I had to integrate with the laid off work in black.
I do the cleaning lady and gain 6 euro per hour.
I break your back in the morning at 8 to 10 hours, with no right to work, but I do it just for money. Suddenly
.. I felt .. I also like the immigrant caregivers East. I did not feel more Italian, because the state is only when the fees have to ask, and politics is only when there are elections to ask for votes, promises to rip.
do not ask anything but my real job, the assembly line to make refrigerators. Nothing more. Not a euro too.
are hopeless .. I know things will never change ... but who knows tomorrow someone like me, not ashamed to tell his story, may be able to shake the conscience of those who should help us, of who should represent the State and not abandon.
go because it's late and tomorrow another day will come. 
I can not believe that he was not my job.
Take it like a whining, complaining about him constantly, but I'm still struggling to get used to. Yet for months have passed.
For a woman does not think that it is easy to get nothing in his hands, from one day to another.
With a pitiful wage, be able to set up a lunch and a dinner, give my children a semblance of a normal life.
not think it's easy to sleep at night, the next morning when you wake up and it's another day, the same as that of yesterday and the same as tomorrow.
I am out of business. What does this mean? Means that this company I have no right to seek an 'employment because it no longer needed. I
for the state I must be content to receive alms, and even say thank you very gratefully. The laid off politicians do not even know what it is. They do not know how to live with 4 money, problems that are there, why do not you have the humility to feel privileged, has no sense of the nation, but only personal, but hearing these words will make someone angry and threaten fake maybe lawsuit, asking money of course. Why are hungry for money do not know anorexia, bulimia are always at most.
I have a rage inside that most of the scratches of the turntable needle on an old vinyl.
Politicians, trade unionists, I say to stay calm, to smile, to feel lucky .. Please. Do not do it anymore. I would always prevail in me and only hope and strength to carry on regardless. Because if it were the rage to take over, then it would be really over the possibility of creating a future in something better for our children. Antonia Merloni
job for not very long. First they told me that women do not take them and when it was possible I struggled desperately for use in this company. Even against my dignity.
today to pay the rent and keep my children I had to integrate with the laid off work in black.
I do the cleaning lady and gain 6 euro per hour.
I break your back in the morning at 8 to 10 hours, with no right to work, but I do it just for money. Suddenly
.. I felt .. I also like the immigrant caregivers East. I did not feel more Italian, because the state is only when the fees have to ask, and politics is only when there are elections to ask for votes, promises to rip.
do not ask anything but my real job, the assembly line to make refrigerators. Nothing more. Not a euro too.
are hopeless .. I know things will never change ... but who knows tomorrow someone like me, not ashamed to tell his story, may be able to shake the conscience of those who should help us, of who should represent the State and not abandon.
go because it's late and tomorrow another day will come.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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AT 6: 30, the alarm sounds.
should remove the webs from the corners of this roof. Maybe spend a coat of white paint. I'll be in here all came from when I work here 10 times. Not even the guy who sleeps in the bunk next to mine, I knew him before entering this room. It 's a colleague of mine.
I'm still staring at the ceiling. And 'all night I do it. I think it's because I slept so uncomfortable that I have the neck muscles atrophied.
I never would have believed it. To find myself so, eh.
few years ago, I had looked for a job to buy a house, start a family, things like that fact. I earned everything to the last penny. They joined the Merloni that I was a boy. The assembly massacred me. Refrigerators, washing machines. And put a screw, set us two hundred thousand. For eight hours a day. The first week I thought I would die. And all of my colleagues saw them as Martians, I did not think was humanly can withstand a work like this. But time passed, the gains were very good. It damaged the tendons can not feel them anymore. At night now I was not there anymore.
It 's a shitty job, I mean well.
So today I ask myself why I'm here to defend it? Why do I sleep for three days in a camp cot, inside a closed room and wake the other hand there is the smell of fresh croissants just printed ink photocopies ?
Good question. Congratulations.
I would say it has to do with dignity. It is not. Got the pride of being honest in this country smart. At the beginning of the crisis, when other workers watched on television Companies protest to keep their jobs, shook my head and I do not know to explain why so much of casino ... that things never change.
Now it is up to me to raise your voice, I understand everything.
understand the intimate needs we have, when suddenly you wake up and touch the bottom of our humanity. I have worked all my life, and I repeat and I'll be repetitive in saying it. I worked honestly, without asking anything to anyone, no stealing, no crime. Then I look at the company and I realize that people like me, workers not only are routinely mocked and teased by the policy, but the picture is of us in television, in newspapers, is also worse than derision. There is indifference.
Here, then, that I am here to occupy this room in my company, Antonio Merloni Colle di Nocera Umbra, not just maintain this for what it is my right, the place of work I've sweated and earned with fatigue, in all these years, but they are also here to tell all the people throughout Italy, the world, the universe, to God himself that I will have done well as the eighth grade and I will be a total ignoramus, a so-called average citizen, but what I have been, are and will be not ashamed. And to my children, if one day I'll, I'll look into their eyes. If you have to eat only bread can eat it with pride, because their father has not stolen and has never won until the last crumb, paying taxes until the last state infamous for this. How many children can do the same? Many could not ashamed of their fathers?
For all this I agreed to be here to occupy this room of the Antonio Merloni. Work, rights, dignity.
Now I make a cup of coffee, there are still 120 flyers to be printed. 
AT 6: 30, the alarm sounds.
should remove the webs from the corners of this roof. Maybe spend a coat of white paint. I'll be in here all came from when I work here 10 times. Not even the guy who sleeps in the bunk next to mine, I knew him before entering this room. It 's a colleague of mine.
I'm still staring at the ceiling. And 'all night I do it. I think it's because I slept so uncomfortable that I have the neck muscles atrophied.
I never would have believed it. To find myself so, eh.
few years ago, I had looked for a job to buy a house, start a family, things like that fact. I earned everything to the last penny. They joined the Merloni that I was a boy. The assembly massacred me. Refrigerators, washing machines. And put a screw, set us two hundred thousand. For eight hours a day. The first week I thought I would die. And all of my colleagues saw them as Martians, I did not think was humanly can withstand a work like this. But time passed, the gains were very good. It damaged the tendons can not feel them anymore. At night now I was not there anymore.
It 's a shitty job, I mean well.
So today I ask myself why I'm here to defend it? Why do I sleep for three days in a camp cot, inside a closed room and wake the other hand there is the smell of fresh croissants just printed ink photocopies ?
Good question. Congratulations.
I would say it has to do with dignity. It is not. Got the pride of being honest in this country smart. At the beginning of the crisis, when other workers watched on television Companies protest to keep their jobs, shook my head and I do not know to explain why so much of casino ... that things never change.
Now it is up to me to raise your voice, I understand everything.
understand the intimate needs we have, when suddenly you wake up and touch the bottom of our humanity. I have worked all my life, and I repeat and I'll be repetitive in saying it. I worked honestly, without asking anything to anyone, no stealing, no crime. Then I look at the company and I realize that people like me, workers not only are routinely mocked and teased by the policy, but the picture is of us in television, in newspapers, is also worse than derision. There is indifference.
Here, then, that I am here to occupy this room in my company, Antonio Merloni Colle di Nocera Umbra, not just maintain this for what it is my right, the place of work I've sweated and earned with fatigue, in all these years, but they are also here to tell all the people throughout Italy, the world, the universe, to God himself that I will have done well as the eighth grade and I will be a total ignoramus, a so-called average citizen, but what I have been, are and will be not ashamed. And to my children, if one day I'll, I'll look into their eyes. If you have to eat only bread can eat it with pride, because their father has not stolen and has never won until the last crumb, paying taxes until the last state infamous for this. How many children can do the same? Many could not ashamed of their fathers?
For all this I agreed to be here to occupy this room of the Antonio Merloni. Work, rights, dignity.
Now I make a cup of coffee, there are still 120 flyers to be printed.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
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Daddy you that your job?
We Colle di Nocera Umbra, Antonio Merloni company.
once so this part of Umbria's dad worked in this factory to build the future of their children.
It was an honor to work there. I could tell his head high, around the supermarket, apparel shops, the hairdresser, the fishmonger ... You could open a window and shout about loudly: "I AM A WORKER dell'Antoniano MERLONI. Maybe people will then take a fool, but he agreed in substance on luck that it happened in a house when one of the family, especially the breadwinner, was employed in that company.
"It was better than a place to state ..."
You could not say otherwise. The salary was good, plenty of work and then yes and then there were the dinners, my God, a true spectacle, an event.
was like a tradition, a fixture, the entire population expected dinners Merloni that fell over the Christmas period. We bought a new dress and shoes perfectly shiny hair affixed to put it that evening.
And gifts? It even those receiving and not only for workers but also for their families, watches, bicycles ... Never seen anything like it. Working
Antonia Merloni was like winning the lottery. Or much, much more.
"... I have been married 24 years, I have 3 children, 20, 15 and 9 years. Dell'Antoniano Merloni laid off. Earns about € 80 per month. The other night my youngest daughter asked me: "But you dad what do you do? Why stay home in the morning, while the other dad go to work?" And I hug my princess, but then I went out and I have not responded. And I wept, perhaps for the first time of pain and shame in 48 years.
I wonder if one day my children will forgive the failure of their father ... If they can have a future after all ...
My wife is extraordinary and never lowers his head, because it tells us that at least this money even though few have earned them there without stealing, without evading taxes, do not mess with us. And when I am preparing the table as if it was a day of celebration in spite of spending the money to be there, and the products are those of the discount, although I feel all lucky. And I think if I survive only thanks to the strength and hope that one day, not too far away, will return to my loved ones have the pride of a father and a husband who works makes the workman. " 
We Colle di Nocera Umbra, Antonio Merloni company.
once so this part of Umbria's dad worked in this factory to build the future of their children.
It was an honor to work there. I could tell his head high, around the supermarket, apparel shops, the hairdresser, the fishmonger ... You could open a window and shout about loudly: "I AM A WORKER dell'Antoniano MERLONI. Maybe people will then take a fool, but he agreed in substance on luck that it happened in a house when one of the family, especially the breadwinner, was employed in that company.
"It was better than a place to state ..."
You could not say otherwise. The salary was good, plenty of work and then yes and then there were the dinners, my God, a true spectacle, an event.
was like a tradition, a fixture, the entire population expected dinners Merloni that fell over the Christmas period. We bought a new dress and shoes perfectly shiny hair affixed to put it that evening.
And gifts? It even those receiving and not only for workers but also for their families, watches, bicycles ... Never seen anything like it. Working
Antonia Merloni was like winning the lottery. Or much, much more.
"... I have been married 24 years, I have 3 children, 20, 15 and 9 years. Dell'Antoniano Merloni laid off. Earns about € 80 per month. The other night my youngest daughter asked me: "But you dad what do you do? Why stay home in the morning, while the other dad go to work?" And I hug my princess, but then I went out and I have not responded. And I wept, perhaps for the first time of pain and shame in 48 years.
I wonder if one day my children will forgive the failure of their father ... If they can have a future after all ...
My wife is extraordinary and never lowers his head, because it tells us that at least this money even though few have earned them there without stealing, without evading taxes, do not mess with us. And when I am preparing the table as if it was a day of celebration in spite of spending the money to be there, and the products are those of the discount, although I feel all lucky. And I think if I survive only thanks to the strength and hope that one day, not too far away, will return to my loved ones have the pride of a father and a husband who works makes the workman. "
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The beginning always wants to play its part
Our country, Italy was the cradle of the literary arts for centuries.
Dante, Petrarch, Boccaccio, Foscolo, Leopardi, D'Annunzio, Pascoli, Pasolini. And not only . An amazing number of stories, poems. A number of names to shiver in the minds of most, perhaps only evoke numbers: 2, 5, 4.0. In short, the votes of school, those who took more than once a year and helped to make the school report, one of the pools coupon.
Today, in Italy, there is no place for these names.
Why?
this because in Italian it is inconceivable that a literature free from any interest (economic , ...), with the political right, tales of reality.
In Italy there are stories that you can not write. And why always bring a name and a surname. Or maybe more than one.
Maybe this diary will participate in a lot of this silence Italian. Why? I do not say, for shame. The shame of un'italiota true.
However, the reality that you will find on these electronic items, will be true. Hard and real. Real reality, as a first step to reclaim a country that seems no longer to belong.
"I do that everyday lot and survive. Bus Breakdown, taxes payable, a debit card that does not work, a job search. A job where he died, without dignity, because my father was not nobody, nothing. Neither am I, to this state without a name, for politicians Cazzaro, for public opinion.
Out. Out of the foreclosed home. Outside the gates of the company. Out of life. Without the market, as a commodity expired, an inanimate object. But I'm a hero. I do that everyday lot and survive.
When you sing the national anthem, remember those who build the pride of which you boast. " 
Our country, Italy was the cradle of the literary arts for centuries.
Dante, Petrarch, Boccaccio, Foscolo, Leopardi, D'Annunzio, Pascoli, Pasolini. And not only . An amazing number of stories, poems. A number of names to shiver in the minds of most, perhaps only evoke numbers: 2, 5, 4.0. In short, the votes of school, those who took more than once a year and helped to make the school report, one of the pools coupon.
Today, in Italy, there is no place for these names.
Why?
this because in Italian it is inconceivable that a literature free from any interest (economic , ...), with the political right, tales of reality.
In Italy there are stories that you can not write. And why always bring a name and a surname. Or maybe more than one.
Maybe this diary will participate in a lot of this silence Italian. Why? I do not say, for shame. The shame of un'italiota true.
However, the reality that you will find on these electronic items, will be true. Hard and real. Real reality, as a first step to reclaim a country that seems no longer to belong.
"I do that everyday lot and survive. Bus Breakdown, taxes payable, a debit card that does not work, a job search. A job where he died, without dignity, because my father was not nobody, nothing. Neither am I, to this state without a name, for politicians Cazzaro, for public opinion.
Out. Out of the foreclosed home. Outside the gates of the company. Out of life. Without the market, as a commodity expired, an inanimate object. But I'm a hero. I do that everyday lot and survive.
When you sing the national anthem, remember those who build the pride of which you boast. "
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