Yesterday we spent the entire afternoon in the Marcozzi gardens in Piazza Garibaldi in Teramo.
We stopped with the car between the Castellano newsstand, a true bastion and the historic fruit kiosk.
We didn’t see a single police car in 7 hours. It should be a forced stop. Mandatory like the Uffizi Galleries in Florence, the archaeological park of the Colosseum in Rome between the Palatine area, the Roman Forum and the Flavian Amphitheatre. What did we read while we witnessed the continuous consumption of alcohol and the passing of many small witnesses between Italian, North African and Nigerian teenagers and many arguments fueled by evident states of psychological alterations?
The twenty thousand euros of patronage given by the municipality of Teramo to the Bimbi in piazza event.
Nothing to discuss, a meritorious and highly social work, but together with the 20 thousand euros for that party which is essential for the inflatables and other balloons, born with the D’Alberto Administration and grown as a point of reference for Philippine culture, it could not be invest another 20 thousand euros to take care of the gardens, the new grass, the decoration of the gardens that host the work by Fausto Cheng, dedicated to the fallen of Nassirya?
Yesterday there were no elderly people, no believers enjoying the shade after the religious service, no children, there were no grandparents but only alcoholics and drug dealers.
Yesterday many went under the closed underpass where mattresses have been lying for months and no one cleaned them.
A few days ago, Mayor D’Alberto, you crossed the street of kiosks in Piazza Garibaldi together with the President of Te.Am. You had been respectfully at a funeral. The scene was hilarious. You passed by two Maghreb sentries, (a mutual friend of ours was a witness with me) and you didn’t see two boys from Teramo on the ground completely drunk, the dirt and the various drug dealings all around. When one Administrator, or rather, two, stop looking at their City it is the beginning of the end.
Twenty thousand euros for children in the square in San Nicolò?
Twenty thousand euros also for those gardens and more checks. The grass is replanted, games are installed for children, the consumption of alcohol in the public square is banned, it happens every day. The neighborhood committee? It doesn’t exist except for votes, macro areas and other chatter.
Degradation is fought with beauty; the sense of death with the colors of life.
When will it be understood?
