Florence, 22 June 2024 – “I say odd” begins Will be. That in fact the even number, ‘Giorgio-Gaberianamente’ speaking, is perhaps a little more right-wing, a bit like Swiss chocolate which, for the late Milanese artist, is the opposite of Nutella. “And then I can only say one more thing…” he says Eike with his metallic smile and that sharp look of someone who knows that a lot of his electoral appeal is based on the subtle joke.
But then the curtain that should establish who is the first to answer the question The nation takes on grotesque tones. Sara raises her fist to reel in the number and smiles: “Come on, the game we played as children.” He jokes again: “Aren’t we going to hit each other?”. Mystery revealed: in Germany ‘even and odd’ are not exactly part of childhood customs.
However she gets a 2, he 1. Odd. Sara leaves but the atmosphere is already thawed. On the other hand, the air conditioning of La Nazione refreshes moods, as well as thoughts, after the arrival of the two candidates in the rubbery and tropical air of a June that those who understand it are good at. A first exchange of half smiles already at the entrance to our newspaper’s headquarters when Funaro and Schmidt arrive at the same time. Physiological tension must be released
“There are two elevators to go up, more bipartisan than that” we joke. “I’ll take this one on the right” says Sara, “I’ll take it on the left, let’s do it the other way round” replies Schmidt amused. In the studio we would need a body language expert. Schmidt – who anesthetizes the heat of which first mixing still and sparkling water – it never breaks down. He speaks with his eyes which, depending on the trajectories of the eyelids, emit sentences and at most, when he does not agree, he raises the index finger of his right hand and makes a sign. no. Funaro, a graduate in psychology, feeds her reflections with gestures this time, just a few digs like when Sara remembers that a child on the street told her that he would vote for her immediately. he can’t” she adds. Eike, remembering his love for animals, seizes the opportunity. “A little dog would have voted for me instead.” “So you got to 33%” she jokes.
There’s even time to bring up i Zodiac signs that it’s not clear how they end up in jokes and jokes on Monday’s weather forecast Saint John (“Who prefers the beach to the polls? Right-wing or left-wing voters?”). “We are two Tauruses – says Eike – I am Leo ascendant. And you?”. “Gemini”. “We need an astrologer” he jokes, but she is ready: “Here, you turn to the astrologer, I’ll turn to the citizens”. The last joke is Eike’s turn: “If I can accompany you to visit Capodimonte? Yes, when the City Council isn’t there.” A bit like saying: I still believe in that armchair.
