are in Brussels, happy guest in a house in Forest / Vorst. Temporary stay in the house along with Miss R 2 cats (they instead permanently). This weekend we watched "The Federal". The film is remarkable for young Tognazzi, a crazy cool, perfect on the axiom of the fascist and ignorant of what's happening around the vision of young Sandrelli (second movie!) And the presence of other major type Luciano Salce, Gianni Agus.
The story then reminds us of how the fascist period was basically a wave of collective idiocy, a wave of cretinaggine and evil from which one would imagine that, sixty years later, we were released.
But it seems, judging by reports in the newspapers, it is not so. That there are still many fans
eagles, beams and boots. In them you can feel compassion, as you try to Tognazzi that, in drawers, dirty and tired, however, attempt to complete his heroic mission that will allow him to finally become hierarch the party. Or you can try disgusting, as is done in relation to higher Tognazzi, who send him on a mission contempt for his naive faith in the myths of the party.
The post would be nice to write (or read the articles) on the next manned mission to Mars, or on large developments. But ... miseries, ribolliture catastrophic failures, attempts to cool things that would be much better left in mass graves and museums. Combined with the absolute inability to learn from history, and a strong desire to play with fire. In which countries are the patrols and the paramilitary? In what situations we were in Italy? Not there is to say the least.
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