‘Nci was made by Adriana‘ thunders into his cell phone ‘Ronzino who is communicating the electoral results to his wife who evidently did not spend the afternoon glued to social media or in front of the TV to follow the live broadcast of the ballot for the mayor of Lecce who saw the Poli Bortone exceed slightly (but by enough) Carlo Salveminithe outgoing mayor.
The popular soul of the capital has moved house. Five years ago Donato had depopulated with his megaphone who first invited everyone to vote for Carlo and then repeated the ‘serenade‘ to rally followers and celebrate. This time the sentiment it spreads in Piazza Sant’Oronzo where the new mayor rushes to celebrate with an impromptu rally which cannot take place due to the lack of a microphone. Everything postponed until Saturday evening, in the meantime we sing at the top of our lungs a song that smacks of celebration, of victory, even of liberation.
The city that was divided like an apple in the first round finds itself as it was left, perfectly split in two. Those on the right who feared absenteeism from the polls rediscover unexpected participation. Those on the left who feared the stainless steel of the Adriana realize that she had seen things coming.
‘Nci was made by Adriana‘says ‘Ronzino in his crumpled dialect. He doesn’t know her personally but her militancy shortens her distance.
‘It seemed impossible…and yet ‘nci did it‘, thinks those who were used to a center-right in pieces, incapable of building a new ruling class. Victory is thaumaturgical, it hides problems, it hides defects. Chance turns into a logical thread, luck into rationality. How many will get on that bandwagon, how many will seize the moment of opportunism.
Salvemini comes down from the carousel, whatever one judges his administration was the only possible candidate. Even on the left the garden is not much in bloom. An unsolicited piece of advice: don’t comment on the defeat with the belief that the ‘old’ made fun of the ‘new’. The new must be in the facts, not in the intentions.
