Schlein gets a tan, Meloni keeps his pools. The Democratic Party is getting used to winning. The victories in the runoffs, “are a tennis six to zero”; “We will give Donzelli an abacus”, “Conte is an important ally but the Democratic Party is the pivot”. Now it’s a pleasure to listen to it, to feel this Schlein, taste of salt, to thank the national footballer Zaccagni, because “we suffered, but we won. Thank you”. Francesco Boccia is witty like Karl Kraus: “The center rib? I have a prosthetic ready. What matters is the body and the body of the Democratic Party is healthy.” They have the sun and Umbria, almost, in their pocket. Twiga has moved to Nazarene.
This was the most melancholic place in Italy, the convent of losers, and now it is the beach of the happy, the I don’t think it’s true, the Nazareno beach, the “we’re coming, we’re coming” establishment. Spanish tourists take photos of themselves in front of the entrance to the “muy progresista party” and at the entrance they hand out accreditations as if they were pre-sale tickets for disco nights. The victory, the success of the European elections, the run-offs are seriously changing them, and even Tiziana, a Dem leader, recognizes that “it’s strange. Once upon a time we analyzed defeats, now we talk about successes.” How can you still make fun of them? Only Caltanissetta remains, the city of the former deputy secretary of the two worlds, Peppe Provenzano, which the Democratic Party lost, but Provenzano is known to now deal with foreign affairs. And then, of course, there are Casalecchio, Pianoro, Castelmaggiore, three Emilian cities, where the left went to the ballot against other centre-left lists: friendly fire. But is this enough to ruin his party?
Baruffi (who is paired with the other one, Taruffi, they are the Taruffi&Baruffi firm, one responsible for local authorities, the other for the organization) is so emboldened that he says to his neighbor Donzelli: “For FdI it’s a flop. A flop!”. Schlein, who sits next to him, here at the counter of the establishment, encourages him to convince him, yes, yes, more, it’s not a dream of almost summer: “Go, go, Davide, explain, the numbers”. Taruffi, who wears the Swarovski earring, one who looked like a Cluniac monk, lets loose with math because the growth of the PD is actually “exponential”, “the victory goes beyond our forecasts”; “we even won in Poggibonsi”, not to mention the “municipalities with over 15 thousand inhabitants. 224 municipalities at the vote. We started with 104 and we’re closing at 120”. They are electric and have converted the spaces. On the first floor, the meeting room, where the injured used to whip themselves with Marx’s Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts, now they park and recharge bicycles with pedal assistance. They even have green fingers. The lemons of Nazareno beach, which were the driest lemons in the capital, have returned to being the good fruits of the wide field. In the room, Boccia, jokingly, but not so much, says that the request to change the electoral law “is an authoritarian twist”, and Donzelli? “He’s young, he’ll discover with time how beautiful it is to be able to say ‘we’ve lost, we’ll start again’. You know, we know what we’re talking about”. And then there’s laughter. He even has a center prosthesis (is it Gentiloni?). In Schlein, let’s spell it out, doesn’t like La Russa: “Changing the electoral law? Shameful”; “the words of the President of the Senate are not worthy of those who have a sense of institutions”; “the right wants to run away with the ball”. Baruffi-Swarovski is launched: “They are trying to undermine the country regarding autonomy.” He likes the word so much that he repeats “scassare” three times. They are ready to collect referendum signatures with flippers and glasses, referendums and crossword puzzles. A Forza Italia deputy, who is listening in streaming, sends us a message: “The next battle that the right risks losing is Umbria. The Democratic Party has two champions. Walter Verini and the mayor of Assisi, Stefania Proietti. It is almost certain that the Democratic Party will nominate Proietti and if they nominate her, the Northern League member Donatella Tesei will lose”. In Emilia-Romagna they have the discomfort of abundance. For the post Bonaccini, either the regional councilor Vincenzo Colla or the mayor of Ravenna, Michele De Pascale, or even that of Cesena, Enzo Lattuca, can run. Meloni’s words arrive, almost live, “the opposition uses civil war tones” and “Occhetto was ahead of Schlein”, and the secretary, as if it were a meme, asks “but what does that mean? but why?”; “Maybe he can’t stomach the defeat.” She even invents the nickname for her: “Brothers of Italy? I would call them Shreds of Italy or Brothers of Half of Italy.” When the usual scoundrels ask him about Conte and Rai, he replies that Conte is “important” and that at Rai “we have not yet decided whether to indicate a name on the board of directors”. And she’s smart, again, because a few hours later we learn that no Rai election is scheduled for July. Sled. Tg1, on the other hand, is their TeleFiume: “But have you seen it? They headlined: ‘The right takes Lecce away from the left’. But how do you do it?”. Two more years and Meloni will break his head against her. To those who try to put her in difficulty about autonomy, Schlein replies as if he were Ciriaco De Mita: “But these are technicalities, I deal with politics”. Melons, a lemonade?
