is a question of geography, geopolitics. And of global communication. Disorientation in front of what happens in North Africa. In front of us. A little further on. just two steps from our southern coasts. But we struggle to realize what really concerns us. How can change our lives, our lives. The only thing that really worries us is the wave of migration - looming and imminent. Huge, useless to hide. And we, who, over the years, we have built a wall in the Mediterranean, to defend ourselves from "others." Since the invasion of "desperate". We, who transformed the Mediterranean itself in a wall, pretend to be inaccessible. A fortress. Safe from the world. Us: we have moved away from the shores of North Africa and the Middle East. We have moved away from us. We have "collected" far away. Another continent, in fact. Another era. A former colony across the sea, lost in space and time.
E le visite di Gheddafi a Roma non hanno fatto che rafforzare questa convinzione. Vista la determinazione estrema con cui il rais, nelle sue visite in Italia, ha provocato stupore e incredulità. In modo consapevole e volontario. Cammelli, vergini e guardie del corpo al seguito. Tutti accampati nel centro di Roma. Con la compiacente complicità del governo. Tutto per marcare le distanze da noi. Dalla nostra... cultura. Senza troppe speranze, perché ormai ci siamo abituati a ben altro. Figurarsi se ci possiamo sorprendere per qualche decina di ragazze
e una tendopoli di lusso in centro città. Tuttavia, abbiamo rimosso la vicinanza della Libia, dell'Egitto. Dell'Africa del Nord. Più in generale, ci siamo allontanati from the Mediterranean. If it were a conviction. We, who are afraid of "slide in Africa." Exactly. How often recalled Lucio Caracciolo, we have renounced the role that comes from our geopolitical position. At the heart of the Mediterranean. We have - deliberately - denied. In view of our ruling class, as well as the Italians, has been abandoned. Pushed to the margins.
globalization has not helped us. On the contrary. The reduction of time and space. The widening of the network and communication, in every place and every moment of daily life. They allowed everyone to know everything in real time. With the paradoxical result that we have lost the sense of distances. Because if everything is here, then nothing is here. The New Zealand and Tunisia, Libya and Iraq, Haiti and Egypt. Afghanistan and Morocco. Concern us and we invest the same way. Because the images of revolt and rebellion, or the devastation of war and pass live, full screen, one after the other, side by side. Before our eyes, our home.
So we feel disoriented. Why all the same color, same noise, the same distance. Elsewhere and here, at the same time. The earthquakes, revolutions, famines, wars. Libya is close yet far away. Though far closer. Such as Tunisia and Egypt. And if what happens in these countries was very similar to the collapse of the Berlin Wall, nel 1989, come ha osservato Vàclav Havel, ripreso da Gad Lerner su Repubblica, noi faticheremmo, comunque, ad accorgercene. A vedere. Impegnati a erigere nuovi muri - invisibili e illusori - intorno a noi, abbiamo trasformato anche il Mediterraneo in un muro. Non servirà a difenderci dal mondo e da noi stessi. Perché la Libia è vicina. Praticamente: è qui.
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